Sleep Isn’t Rest
I sleep, but I’m still tired. Even in dreams, I carry the weight.
Tiredness follows me into the things I love, lurking like a shadow I can’t outrun.
It’s everywhere— like fog under skin, woven through my muscles, humming beneath every breath.
The worst is in class— when my eyes blur, my head nods, and my body begs for stillness I can’t give it.
But I am fine. That’s what I keep saying.
I am fine. Even if I’m not. Even if "fine" is just another word for don’t look too close.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I struggle with always feeling tired. so I wrote this.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A poignant write, relatable to many, when everything gets us down and evetything appears to be a struggle and we get tired of it all, nicely expressed and written
Thank you.
You are very welcome
There are many possibilities sleep apnea, chronic fatigue syndrome, high levels of anxiety, depression among a few. Your should have your physician check it out.
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