Pretty field...
Tired
My body aches,
My feet drag,
And my thoughts process slowly.
My eyes begin to droop,
And my words begin to slur.
Things that are real seam like a dream
Even though I'm awake.
My cycle of sleep
Is out of whack
And I've become extremely tired--exhausted.
I'll just rest my head,
Close my eyes,
And let all logical thoughts slip away.
I'll forget about any troubles I may have,
And push them off until a later date.
Then I'll fall asleep
And sleep the tired away.
"Tired," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, June 18th, 2011
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