Exhaustion is ever relentless these days
Coagulating beneath my tired gaze.
Regardless of how much rest I attain
This disease I very, very much disdain
Contorting the nights to wretched misery
The days’ complexities constant festering
Boundless in their infection.

Malaise without a cure is the worst kind
A problem lacking of a root to find
Waves of nails wracked into my brain
Low rushing of water hisses,...