Tired

I used to think the night swallowed us, Took away our pain, and spat us out again Whole, mended like a darned sock. I used to say, go and rest now. You’ll feel better in the morning, I promise. Now, I keep repeating this contraction and expansion, In, out. This dense fog, the light is distilled awfully. I cannot lift my weary limbs, singed eyeholes protruding From teary eyes, I shrink back to nothing.