Your hand is heavy upon my bones,
Tiredness I bear strength no more.
You grip my marrow;
Feel weak for the morrow.
Powerless veins hinder,
from becoming limber.
As my manliness witters,
The tongue bitters.
Now my eyes too make friend with asthenopia
Eyestrain invites asthenia
Making love to grogginess
A concubine to weariness
Now is a visitation from fatigue
And the gift it brought, unique
The tear in my cuticle
hampers the folding of my knuckle
Who shall save me from this tireless tiredness?
Energy! You alone
Can stop this tiredness from tiring my bone
Energy! Take me to your friend, strong-ness
And send your errand boy vitality
That it may usher in ability
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