A day, an hour, a whatever

I cannot get out of my bed.
I feel a heaviness engulf
My every single rising thought.
I know I cannot stay in bed,
But knowing doesn’t action make.
My body pleads with stirring mind:
A day of rest is all I ask.
A day of…please, a single day.
I promise I won’t ask for more.
I need my sanity today
And sleep is where I’ll find it, no?
A day, an hour, a whatever.
I cannot, cannot fight today.
I’m beaten down already, see?
So, please, let me sleep today.
A day, an hour, a whatever.

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