I Am Tired
As of late, my eyelids are heavy.
I am not awake. I'm trying to remain steady.
Feelings so great; my heart is not always ready.
I try to remain, but this challenge is deadly.
Into an empty screen, I continue to stare.
Looking for something that's not really there.
Reality is mean. Fantasy, a nightmare.
I tried the caffeine, yet I am asleep in this chair.
Shiver from chills, now cold and alone.
Blankets in hills, warmth still unknown.
No longer feel thrills; only fleeting dreams my mind has sewn.
Each day, my soul, kills. Slumber is all I have to call my own.
When I finally see light, it is only Your face.
Your voice, the color white, blesses me with grace.
Hold me so tight, so at last, I may bathe,
In sleep so right, lullaby me off into space.
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