Tired never felt so real
My arms are made of lead and steel
I wake before the sun can rise
And fight off sleep with droopy eyes
Tired, that word doesn’t seem quite right
Exhausted lying awake at night
Grinning faces and cheery greetings
My mind slips as it suffers these beatings
Rest my head on stone and sigh
The world is singing a lullaby
Soft and sweet, an enticing dulcet
I strain not to listen, not just yet
At last the doors of home swing open
A single chance to put my hope in
That I could nap for just a minute
Glance through the window; the sky is sunlit
Regal cat and dopey dog
Dozing and dreaming like a log
My mind is so weighted, and yet
My thoughts spin in an endless roulette
Blissful sleep evades me once again
Twitter to the next task like a jittery wren
Clock ticks on and still I keep
This encroaching fatigue, ever to creep
Invade my spirit and dull my grin
Hold out hope that tonight I win
A precious hour without any toil
So my soul can rest from the heat of the broil
When the moon seizes the sky
And overhead constellations lie
I can listen to that lullaby I lust for
Drift ever closer to that deep, dark shore
Tired never felt so real
My arms are made of lead and steel
I woke before the sun could rise
Now I welcome sleep with grateful eyes
Great poem, Autumn. There have been times in my life that I most certainly felt that way! Now that I am older and don’t lead anywhere as near a hectic life as I once did, I am much more relaxed. I enjoyed the poem and hope you aren’t feeling like the character in your prose🤞. ❤️ You!!!
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Great poem, Autumn. There have been times in my life that I most certainly felt that way! Now that I am older and don’t lead anywhere as near a hectic life as I once did, I am much more relaxed. I enjoyed the poem and hope you aren’t feeling like the character in your prose🤞. ❤️ You!!!
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Been there…experienced that. =) Love the cadence of this poem!
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