When dawn breaks through the curtains, gray and pale,
My bones ache with the weight of sleepless nights.
Dreams elude me, floating just beyond my reach,
As I wade through the fog of another weary day.

The hours stretch, an endless, silent march,
Each minute a whisper of unfulfilled respite.
My eyes grow heavy, laden with unseen burdens,
As I long for the solace of a peaceful night.

The world spins on, indifferent to my plight,
And I move through it, a shadow among the light.
My spirit cries out for a moment of reprieve,
To lay my head down and embrace the deep of sleep.

But still I press on, through the haze and the gloom,
Hoping for the dawn when rest will finally come.
Until then, I carry the weight of weary days,
Dreaming of a time when I can truly rest.