My body weak from the emotional toll
Of the last ten days
I sit, awake, but barely
Nine hours of sleep was not enough
To recharge my soul
I sip coffee and search for words
I rub my eyes and yawn
I have worked out and prepared for the day
And still feel dead to the world
The dog jets around the house
Looking for a partner to play
I drift into thoughts of nothing
Asleep with my eyes open
I will wake up the family soon
There will be no going back from there
For now, the illusion of rest