Drained

Tired and weary limbs, How with fatigue they ache, When will this busy life, Let me have a break? What happened to those days, Where tired was just a word, And exhaustion was a description, Practically unheard, Waking up every morning, Used to be enlivening, But now I can hardly move, Let alone from my bed spring, My wrists are always throbbing, My head seems to weigh a ton, And although my back is hurting, My work is not yet done, When it's finally time for sleep, I toss restlessly, Thoughts hunt down my yawning mind, Sleep is not easy, What happened to my passion, My passion for being alive? Now I just blankly note, That yes, I still survive.