by Stephen South

Created on: November 08, 2008

The Comfort of Weakness

My weakness is my health; I'm always tired

My weakness is my mind; it won't stop bothering me
I am aware, but incapable

I ask for help because I cannot help

I am indifferent and I am satisfied

There are things you might think of me

All negatives, but most likely true

I avoid laughing; it takes too much energy

Comfort, nothingness, weakness

I use those words together as if they relate

My head hangs low when I speak

The thought of sleep weighs down my eyelids

I fantasize about sleep when I am awake

Sleep is time well spent

I am in love with sleep

I am weakness

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