PODM 9: Bone Tired

Bone Tired

Too weak to move faster than a steady stumble
to weary for much more than a smile
much more than a shrug, much more
than what is required to return to sleep

So tired that my bones protest and creak
to sit is to slump, to walk is a like crawling
from bed to the breakfast table
much less than pain but more than an itch

I long for the deeper sleep
the waking dreams of the working day
the moment when the body quits
this mortal coil for the escape  to slumber