what a long week it has been
no sleep ; too much sleep
i am still tired
" you look sick! "
they exclaim at my pale complexion
and the dark spots scattered across my face
like not-so-delightful constellations
" is everything ok!"
they cry
at my aching body
and the complaints i make of many
growing pains
you need not tell me twice
i know
i look like death
but if only
death were so kind
to make it true
i might not
be oh so
tired
-n.c
