I cannot for the life of me
See my way through
This fatigue

My mind shifts uncomfortably
Unable to maintain
Any focus

My drive is demolished
How many days lost
With nothing accomplished

Bags overcome my eyes
I can’t easily stay awake
But my thoughts are diminished

Speech stumbles
Words slur
I wonder when wakefulness
Will shine again
When clarity will inspire me

The exhaustion runs so deep
That my skin is aged with it
All time delays for it
Slowing to less than a snail’s pace

Even after hours of slumber
There is a soul weariness
That clutches the very core of me
And I wonder if I will ever be me
Again