Wrote this poem during the past few days, where I have been just mind numbingly exhausted. The material was pretty easy to come by, considering how damnably tired I was. Its not the first poem I have written about being tired, but then again, I do seem to recycle subject matter a bit here and there. Anyway, it's a bit of a shorter work, but I like the symmetry and I knew when I wrote that final line, that it was the place to end the poem. Anyway, thanks for reading.
A Dream Denies
Eyes so heavy, blurry vision.
Sleep depraved, my own volition.
Long swept days of ill reform,
Staving away sweet slumbers norm.
Toils to grind for all the day,
Yet no lullaby tonight can assuage.
Fickle dreams on the edge of sleep,
Lay out of grasp, to far to leap.
To snore, to rest, to nap in kind,
Would feel so sweet to this weary mind.
Angst and pressure, my thoughts a-twirl,
These reasons why sleep can not unfurl.
Weary bones and tired muscles,
Exhausted soul turns and tussles.
But every time I close my eyes,
Sleep, perchance, a dream denies.
An empty black, these silent rooms,
All of which my conscious consumes.
Cannot find the way to peace,
As my reward this night is simply fleeced.
I toss and thrash in tussled sheet,
Praying the day to draw complete.
The sun has set the stars now shine,
Yet I'm wide awake and far from fine.
End of Line.