Pass Me By

I cannot fight

this tiredness anymore,

my head is heavy

and my body sore.

I am struggling

to keep my eyes open

now I have admitted

I am no longer coping.

I want to lie down

and let it all pass me by

for I no longer have

the strength to try.

The clock on the wall

is set in slow motion

as I move in a daze

battling these emotions.

I know I may surrender

and raise the white flag

like an old dog

whose tail no longer wags.