Tired.

I'm too tired

to concentrate

on why I can't concentrate;

it's like drifting

in and out of sleep.

The words seem to pulsate;

the characters seem

to exchange places,

like they're playing

a game of musical chairs

with my mind.

Too timid to jump;

too bold to land with grace;

too lost to find my bearings;

too tired to dream -

I fall into a nadir of sleep

and wake with a heavy head,

filled with delta waves

and a dull landscape

of endless grey.