Dead Tired
Exhausted.
As flowers drooping
In their unwatered bed.
Near demise.
Muscles aching and complaining,
Ungrateful of the opportunity
To flex repeatedly, monotonously.
Beyond tired.
Tired still has an ounce of energy.
Fatigued has yet the strength to finish
Just one more thing.
The need to rest so great,
That an eternity of it
Might be nearly the time sufficient
To heal this exhaustion.
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