Don't Wake Me Up

Weak legs carry my heavy frame from room to room.

I check behind every door for a sign,

Something to pull me out,

Something to pull me in.

I want to rest. 

I want the shadows to coerce me into sleep.

But I'm too tired,

And the banging won't stop.

All I hear is knocking.

And I look at my hands, my knuckles

A tattered red.

The banging stops.

My body drops.

Heaped on the floor, there's nothing for me to do,

But sleep a deep and dreamless sleep.

Don't wake me up.