Tired

Sleepy, exhausted
fleeting and dragging

Wishing not to move
hoping for no more

Each step harder than the last
each moment

The waking dead
the sleep walking infinite

I sit back and stretch
yawn and close my eyes

Head down on a cluttered desk
in a quiet house late at night

Tired for now
yet tired in the morning

Days endless
drilling, digging

One rush to the next
onward, forward

Wearing down
too much

Heavy eyes...
just a bit...