Tired

Dan Jira

1/5/2017

It’s 5 o’clock in the morning

I’ve been awake for 34 hours.

My watch says it’s Thursday

I don’t know if I believe it.

I’m tired.

Every fiber of my being aches.

It screams for relief.

I wish I could comfort it.

I lay down,

And the only comfort I receive

Is the strain on my eyes

Disappearing.

After an hour,

Other than counting,

To keep myself from thinking,

Nothing is achieved.

My eyelids no longer hurt,

Seeing is no longer painful,

My brain takes these inputs,

And wakes me back up again.

My body is tired.

I want to put my brain on mute,

So I can’t hear my thoughts,

And finally fall asleep.