I’ve been sleeping too much.

Somehow, still wake up tired.

Like my body knows something hurts—

But my brain still needs rewired.

Let the hours pass like clouds.

I don’t have the strength to name them.

There’s a heaviness that hums—

In my memory, but I can’t say when.

Fever dreams smear my reality.

Am I alive? Awake? Asleep?

I ask the ceiling—it doesn’t answer.

Pray the Lord my soul to keep.

My queen-sized bed feels huge.

I only sleep on the right side.

The left? It left. It’s all that’s left.

I’m exhausted—just let me hide.