Tired

I wrote this while i was resting in a church.

I am tired.

Too tired to think,

too tired to sit,

too tired to pray.

I have been standing,

Thinking and

Wandering all day.

I am hungry,

but even the thought of eating makes me tired.

  My legs are telling me if I push them any further, they’ll leave me and find some were cosy.

My necks complaining my head weights a ton.

My eyes are asleep, but I keep them open.

I am so tired, but I cannot rest now.