Dreadfully Tired

Going home tired. Dreadfully tired. How did I come to be so dreadful tired? My memory holds the image of the energy of youth and untainted power. Tonight my actions are led with reluctance rather I should rid of it. Around me nothing but tired workhorses of the broken system waiting for the comfort of their beds and their partner’s embrace. For me awaits a deep mournful sleep - a short one tonight. The long sleep will come when I don’t expect it. I do know that the day or night the death will come I will be very very tired. So dreadfully tired.