Do you know tiredness like this?
A neck paralysed by the bouldering weight of the tormented day,
An equilibrium formed upon the belief,
That you have truly scaled the unforgiving walls of hell's cage,
And shared a meal with the devil himself,
A mistrusted silence that is desperately grasped,
In ignorant hope of momentary relief from the day,
An angry storm forming above your fluttering sails,
The only victory in hand,
Is that its grey clouds are familiar to your sky