𝒯𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝓎

Heavy lids descend,

Salty drops, a weary stream,

Sleep's soft solace nears.

Exhausted whispers,

Carry tales of burdens borne,

Quiet comfort sought.

World a blurry haze,

Through the film of tired tears,

Longing for release.

Aching muscles plead,

For respite from the day's toil,

Gentle slumber calls.

Mind a tangled web,

Thoughts and worries intertwine,

Seeking peaceful rest.

Heart's slow, heavy beat,

Echoes the fatigue within,

Yearning to be still.

Breath comes in ragged gasps,

Body and soul worn and thin,

Craving deep repose.

Shadows lengthen, stretch,

Across the weary landscape,

Promising reprieve.

Softness of a bed,

Beckons with its gentle grace,

A haven from strife.

Closing weary eyes,

Drifting towards a tranquil shore,

Where tensions unwind.

Weight of the world lifts,

As slumber's embrace enfolds,

Renewing, restoring.

In the quiet hush,

Tears finally cease to flow,

Peace begins to bloom.

Dawn's gentle fingers,

Will brush away the remnants,

Of a weary night.

Strength will be renewed,

With the rising of the sun,

Hope's embrace returns.