Lethargy

• Alexandria Exton, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

My eyes are windows, beneath which dust gathers as the night sets in.
The cleaner tries to remove it, but only affords a quick wipe.
She is too busy.

My lids are heavy and my sandpaper fingers scratch as I rub.
My jaw is dislocated now, bullied by the air flowing in.
No time for relief.

The weekend arrives, like an old friend – I welcome it happily.
I plug into my console, playing, recharging, sleeping, then…
It’s Monday again.