Tired

A New form of Ancient Bliss.
“I know I’ve enjoyed myself when I’m Tired”
But I can’t escape the Poison laced in Enjoyment’s kiss
And when Rest evades me, even if Sleep does not.
I’m Tired.

My Ambition is tied firmly to the Moon’s Shadow,
Yet I’m called to be of Use during the Sun’s Assault.
I’m Dead Beat. My Eyelids sewn shut.
My Eyes wide open…
Forced to Live in the wrong time of Day..

And forced to Die at the wrong time of Night..
Sleep avoids Me not.
But Sleep brings fatigue.
And Wake brings weariness.
A Tired life, I Live.

I Must Enjoy Myself A Lot.

I could have lived this life in the Past.
But my eyelid’s weight has accumulated
For Once.
I need a little Rest.
Stop giving me only Sleep.

November 28, 2012