30 day poetry challenge: day 25

Fatigue

My eyelids are anvils,
My arms damp robes
Drooping beside my torso,
Not much more than dead weights.

My breathing is deep and slow,
My movements relaxed and fluid,
Tension long since evaporated
Like a puddle on a hot summer day.

Yawns flow freely from my throat
Like water from a fountain.
I blink slowly.

My eyelids are shut now.
I am dead to the world
And drift slowly to the Afterlife.

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