Tired

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Aajmal Henry

Tired

My legs keep me standing against their will

For they would just as well crumble to dust

I’m tired and grow more tired still

These legs keep moving only ‘cause they must

The world marches along at brutal pace

And it doesn't care if you’re left behind

It just as well sets all efforts to waste

And so these leaden feet must stay in time

My eyes are heavy weighing down my skull

And my once black hair has turned thin and grey

How this journey harrows my weathered hull

As long nights bleed yet into longer days

And when at last I rest my bones in bed

I lie awake dreaming tomorrow’s dread