I'm Tired

I'm tired.

I'm tired as if the marrow of my bones are recalling the last time they knew the sunlight.

I'm tired, like my eyes could weep the tears of waterfalls long dried.

I'm tired, like my soul never stopped searching for the lives it left behind each time it was reborn.

I'm tired and coffee is just anxiety administered through direct injection and sleep is like a band-aid on an amputation.

I'm as tired as Atlas and the world or Sisyphus and his stone.

I'm tired as if it is me that spends the night tugging and pushing the tides into motion.

I'm tired, like my spine is made of concrete and my feet are filled with lead.

I'm tired and the hinges of my eyelids won't listen to me anymore.

I'm so tired I don't know what it is to be awake anymore.

I'm tired.

Just.

Tired.