Heavy eyes too tired for dreaming
and right now, even for sleeping.
Hand wanting to write but thoughts
and inspirations are at naughts.
No energy to do anything except blink.
Brains been on overdrive this week at work I think.
The sofa's looking so enticing and snug.
Just thirty minutes on there, I give a shrug.
Laying down, too tired to fetch a blanket; so lazy.
I stare at the clock and that soon becomes hazy.
I cherish those heavy feelings before sleep takes hold,
for it's in anticipation of a deep slumber soon to unfold.