Sleep Isn’t Rest

Vanna

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.

  • Author: Vanna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2025 00:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: I struggle with always feeling tired. Tired of everything so I wrote this.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 2
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence
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  • Poetic Licence

    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

    • Vanna

      Thank you.

      • Poetic Licence

        You are very welcome



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