Tired

The art of dragging yourself through the day

I wake up weary

drag through the day

Chasing moments that slip away

A to-do list stares with quiet blame

And I can’t keep up

I’m burning with shame

I’m mad at myself

this sluggish skin

This fog that wraps me from within

Others move like sparks

like fire

And here I am

a burned-out wire.

I want to care

to build

to try

To stop just watching time go by

But rest has teeth and takes its toll

And somehow sleep still leaves a hole

Why can’t I be more than this haze?

Why do I stall in endless days?

My body’s heavy

My heart feels small

But I can’t explain it all

I hate that I don’t have a fight

That rest feels wrong but nothing’s right.

I ache to move

to be inspired

I’m just

so

goddamn

tired.