Exhaustion

Limbs sucked grey.
Nothing inside.
No orange spark of life in this hollow hide.

Dead pale face,
and bones of soft wood.
Every thought is of sleep,
but it does me no good.

Viscous eyes hold the lead lids back.
Pupils track a moth hitting the glass.
Dazed mind can't act.
Exhaustion consumes.
Drowning in my bedroom.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.