Weary

I am so tired.

I am crushed by the weight of myself.

My bones can no longer carry their heavy burden –

grey slabs of skin,

wispy hair that must be tonne a piece

at least,

organs that are failing,

memories that are fading,

a thousand and one regrets.

But soon,

soon I shall sleep,

and bury each one of them deep

within my soul so

that I may know

peace.

So that I may find

release.

Soon, I will sleep.