Head in hand
Elbow on knee
All you want is to go back to sleep
Feeling charred
Feeling chipped and cracked
Like the waning moon,
You want to fade to black
A busy day
Then a busier day
And one more (for good measure)
It doesn’t seem to end
Tasks stack up continuously
But the time to do them never changes
Head in hand
Another day starts
The preparation takes too long
Time slips away
Yet you find your cares are already gone
Another busy day
You’re still crisp from the day before
You try to muster a care
But life feels more like a chore
A struggle just to survive
When you wish that you could thrive
Head in hand
Ashen inside
Elbow on knee
All you want is to sleep