Tiredness 


I fear that the numbness in my mind has spread
Or perhaps it has just been amplified instead
The soreness of the eyes now beyond pain
Flickering, as I force them open again
Keeping them closed is clearly what my mind craves
Yet I dread the path of destruction this sleep paves
My instinct tells me, that route is one way
And my intuition is the only master I obey
At times the sensation is nearly pleasurable
Almost out of control, introducing free will
Still this is rare as fear and pain dominate
Sleep controls the senses, trying to suffocate
Touch has been numbed, no longer co-ordinated
Speaking is too much effort, far too complicated
Like an alcoholic craving drink, the temporary solution
Through sleep I can escape the real-world, find absolution
Surrounded by the faces of the fallen, freezing their final emotions
Fearful, grimacing or vacant confused in this commotion
Voices and explosions magnifying the echoes of pain
All memories of relaxation have been temporarily slain
The tiredness crashes like waves against my head
A personal Tsunami, my senses drowned; feared dead
My aching limbs seem to be being crushed by an invisible load
This boiling liquid flowing in my veins will cause me to explode
My thoughts are fragmented, unable to formulate a strategy
To remove me from this suffering, my lives longest day
At least the pain is an anesthetic to the suffering all around
As I stagger through the killing fields and impromptu burial ground
Smelling the death Ill encounter if sleep overpowers my brain
I continue to move and stumble over comrades now slain
My tiredness lights a torch to lead me towards tomorrow
Stop for a moment in its shadow and death will surely follow.