tiredness hangs round like a bag put over your head
its a heavy weight you carry around expecting to succumb
at any given moment, and have to lay yourself down.
Its a thick fog rolling off the sea, and there is not a thing you can do about it. You sit within compelling dense thoughts, a captive of your own weakness, and the weakness is too strong for you to fight it.
Sapped and ****** dry you couldn't care less, in the end, tiredness has that effect, it seeps into every corner of your being, and takes control of all your lack of energy, sulphurous as any deadly intoxicant.