Restfall

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Energy drains and drains, whiling away

Until naught but the sleep asks to play.

And soon shall come the end of the day,

Where I writhe and spit and pry forth my way.

Then, of course, protest do I,

Empty, drained, completely dry.

I stumble back, to now comply,

A dreamful sleep, I wish is mine.

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