Each morning a struggle

Courage required to get out of bed,

to get dressed.

Today, however…

Defeated.

Without an ounce of resistance,

I wish only to sleep.

Eternal sleep.

Now there’s an inviting thought.

Gentle and submissive.

Not death,

but eternal sleep.

To drift away, silently, without struggle.

I close my eyes with that in mind,

heart aching,

mind numb,

body exhausted.

Just let me sleep.