I\'m that kind of tired
that would transform even
the fondest birthday wishes
into the most offensive
insult imaginable.
My whole jaw hurts like
a shooting tooth-ache,
my limbs are heavy,
my zombie feet drag
along behind me.
Tiredness turns the
afternoon office into
a black and white film,
a European movie,
in a language
I don\'t understand.
It feels like I\'m drowning
in a sea of exhaustion,
a yawn brings tears to my eyes,
and if I closed them
I\'d be snoring within seconds.
I check the clock.
hoping its nearly home-time.
Three o\'clock. After what
feels like an hour,
I check again.
Five past three.