Exhausted

I have no energy
I’m as tired as can be

I feel like a slug
I reach for my coffee mug

No sleep all night
I had a bad fright

Time is creeping by
I feel like I could cry

Oh this wretched malaise
It could go on for days

I’m sick of chronic fatigue
I long to be energetic

I lay in bed like a beached whale
Thus ends my sad tale

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024