Tired,

It sneaks

through the cracks

like a bubbling

pitch that burns and numbs

as it crawls across the

surface of my vision stark

and black against the blue glow of

monitors and screens which smirk at me

like I’m not good enough and I’ll never

be okay, and as it washes over me

and hardens into tire rubber I can’t muster

the strength as my limbs are tight against my body and

I’d have to lift something with muscles I’ve never

used before or ever knew existed, like

I’m wrapped in cement and I don’t have the

momentum to spin and I’m too far

behind everyone, so I hide

where its safe where nothing can

hurt because I’ve been on

this road and it’s just

a big circle.

I feel sick

and so

tired.