Rest for the weary

it should depice a thought as well as pity

Rest for me is not soon had
Thoughts forever haunting
I lay in bed waiting to sleep
But some wounds just keep hurting
I cover them up and then lie still
For if I don't I'll fall
I stand again when morning comes
The just fight goes on
And though more tired I may become
With courage I do my weariness clad

Author's Note

no idea of the quality, be gentle