The ache of exhaustion
creeps into my body
like a thick San Francisco
marine layer.
Wearniness
throbs behind my eyes
and radiates down my core.
My thighs are heavy
and my calves are tight,
even the tops of my feet tingle.
My eyes burn
and my lids demand
they be lowered.
I imagine
the stars and moon
on a warm, summer
night-night
The Way I See It 
Sleep tight! Love: “my lids demand they be lowered.”
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Know that feeling … and that looking forward to summer! So well expressed!
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I can relate to your problem. Your words are beautiful! ~JudyK
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I also know that weariness well! This poem beautifully captures it. I especially love the solace and promise of rest in the final lines.
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Absolutely lovely!
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My eyes burn and my lids demand they be lowered. Love this line. Sometimes I feel like my eyes are in charge of me instead of the other way around.
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Perfectly said! March is always full of days like that!
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