The longing for a cosy bed

to fall into after a long day,

let the mattress sink

from beneath

and swallow me into darkness.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

The hand on the clock

makes its way around to mark the new hour.

I just wish to lie

with a sigh

and shut my eyes.

I wake in the morning

more tired than the night before.

The days drain my energy

like a baby drinks milk,

suckling from a bottle

till there is nothing left.

Empty,

nothing left to drain.

Just empty

and worn.