24/7 of Prostration

Slipping into the cold
All I can see are black specs that have turned from gold,
I am no longer a girl that's filled with smiles
Because life's events have been turned into exhausting miles.

The world outside may be a bone chilling cold
But on the inside, I still don't feel like mold.
I just want to close my eyes for a mere second
To rest for a minute before becoming life's next contestant.

This life is becoming too fast paced
And my feelings that I have I just wish for them to be erased.
Not because I'm down in the dumps and blue
But because I'm tired such to an extent that I am through.

So at night, when I can close my eyes
I fall asleep not scared of what inside me dies
For I have waited all day for this peaceful rest
That is now here being unexpressed.

For 10 hours or more in the night
I dream of a swirl of colors not needing to fight.
I'm in my own warmth and surrounded by my own land
For my sleep has finally given my lassitude a hand.

I wake up again at 6 o'clock at dawn
Wishing that the nightly hours didn't have to be gone.
For I now am lying awake in my room
Just tired, like a dried out, old prune.

It's not to be described as bad
For right now in my life I am not at all mad;
This feeling is the end of when you are no longer wired
So all you can become is a person that's tired.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Scott Metro]

Sounds like things are speeding up in your life...more to handle?
Go for a walk by yourself...at your age it is not a good idea to lose yourself...look at most of the rest of us..sometimes you just have to grow old to realize the old adage...STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES..
Enjoyed your little torment..
There is much more ahead...
Enjoyed the read.
Scott

[Silly_Clumsy_Amber]

Thank you for that Scott. I appreciate it.