Too Tired To Care Anyway Poem by Margaret Alice Second

So tired after a difficult night, quick energy cannot
be found, with back bent sitting forward in my chair,
my head sore, fatigue claiming me completely, I can’t
keep up this charade, can’t play I’m still sane, can’t
stop yawning, feeling my powers leave until I’m all
alone without judgment or rational capacity

Too tired to care about anything, it is painful to sit up
straight, too tired to get up and get help, the pain in my
head, swelling from allergy, I’m trying to play I’m in a
concentration camp and my noble endeavour of sitting
up straight will help my fellow-prisoners, thus far my
fellows have received no help from me, I’m feverish

If they depend on me to save their lives they will all
die, I cannot act casual to make it seem I’m working
hard, we shall all end up in front of a firing squad if
depending on my act of nonchalance, impossible to
create the impression I’m typing away because my
head is far too sore to concentrate on any chore

My desperate attempt to save us from death in the
trenches is going awry, I’m too tired to care anyway

2 April 2013