Sits idly in my chest
Like an unseen counterweight
Pulling my heart towards the earth-
begging for rest.
I beg for rest, too
I beg for clarity
Because my perspective is blurred at the edges and I can't tell if the ground keeps falling from my feet or if I am walking like there's whiskey on my breath.
My whole body craves sleep in a most final way.
Perhaps more tired than I have ever been.