Sleep evades almost like a mouse does not want to be caught by the lionMature

I am tired.
am open eyes
at 9 am
at a clear,
popcorn ceiling
and ache
coating my throat
for hours.
I am dullness
through my breath,
and somehow
through my bones.
I am kindling
that never lights,
I am soggy skies
and pouring rain.
I am black streets
at 2 am,
walking the yellow line
with no one there.
I am tired.
Words that never cease
through my slow veins
and quiet heart.
I am tired.
I am tired.
am as nonexistent
as the next world
that couldn't end.

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