I’m tired she said as she lowered her head in defeat.
Get some sleep, take on less, go to bed early
Always the same replies
No, she said, I am utterly and inexplicably tired.
I don’t want to wake in the morning
But I long not to sleep
For the nightmares haunt my darkest hours
And they do not fear the day
They follow with an evil grin
A shadow trailing near
With one intention, one purpose, one objective
To taste inner peace and dim the light
You see, it is a different kind of tired
A brain fog so to speak
Like my soul has been devoured
My skin crawls with uncertainty
I yearn for a sleep with the depth of the ocean
A place I can’t be found
Dark, murky, and quiet. A fog horn in the distance.
Can I just hide here for awhile?
