Tired Poem by Morgan Bodden

I am tired but
not the tired that sleep makes better
The kind of tired that keeps you awake at night
The tired that drives away sanity,
and keeps people at a distance
Do you know of this tired
Or am I tired alone

My bed has lost the ability to comfort
Or maybe Ive lost my ability to be comforted
This only just the beginning
Of what i fear has a permanent ending
To see me is an abundance of energy,
but this energy with in me is dimming
And the shimming light of my heart
Is being over taken by that which keeps me up at night
It is only a matter of time
The course is set and it's on it's way

because it knows
how tired I really am