Tired.

Can't I be tired?

Can't my eyes sink as low as graves,

Can't they shade their under skin dark?

Can't my body deteriorate and cause me pain

And set itself loose at the joints?

Can't my mind wander to the tip of the sea,

Can't it weigh me down and overwhelm?

Can't my senses be muffled and less aware,

Or accentuate with alarm into emotional disarray?

Can't I be tired?

Can't I be selflessly undernourished,

Can't I be helplessly weak?

Can't I be recklessly lashing,

And frighteningly coiling?

Can't I be foreign to the world,

Can't I be familiar nonetheless?

Can't I be afraid of nothing,

Or scared of everything?

I am so tired even my poem is tired and structured and stupidly

bland.