Yawn.

The days pass

How unfair; I protest

Inside a sinkhole

My emotions are tested

I am numb

What despair; I cannot

Seem to know

Love as I've known before

I need rest

Can someone, just take one

Step towards me

And love me as a friend so dear

But I am loved

I just need, a good deep

Restful sleep for the next

Seven days or so

Even tonight,

Sleeping on worn wits.