A drunken stupor of fatigue plagues my mind and body.

The burden of tiredness weighs on my eyelids.

The yawns come in droves,

Pausing the slow progress I make already hindered by sleepiness.

Sleep, I crave it like a drug,

My desire for rest burns in my bloodshot eyes,

It aches in my joints, every movement a sloth-like event.

Yet my mind, still swarms with the occurrences of the day,

Buzzing with last minute thoughts,

Mulling over aimless issues that slowly float off into the shadows that swallow my room in entirety.

The churning of last minute thoughts denies my body its desire of rest.

Sleep…