Ode to Tiredness-----With due apologies to Keats---Poetry Thursday

bones feel dead
each single muscles is going limp
eyes are drooping,
ears stop hearing.

body refuses to rest
cracked voice cannot let out a thing-
brain cells go numb,
thoughts fly away.

sleep is absent
inactive yet awareness persist
supine, stupefied feet
lay limp with fatigue.

in that restful state
where mind sleeps body moves-
where body sleeps mind dances-
I stand in attention

saluting, paying tribute
to our dear friend,
otherwise known as tiredness.

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For more poetry, click, The Travelling Poetry Show, hosted by Left-handed trees.

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Do read the previous post, for you, my friend and pray for her.

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**Update: I have received two blog awards from two different sources:
1)


This is from ces.


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2)


This one is from A E Roman

I thank you both.

I don't know if I am supposed to pass those on. I might do so in a while.