My Necklace ...

I wear exhaustion like a necklace

while weariness scratches my throat.

I can't chase words down because time ticks away with a vengeance ...

I'm supposed to be happy and look pretty,

but rest is just a joke that plagues me ...

and when the sun rises, it laughs,

mocking my sleepless nights ...

bonding with the glow of the moon,

hope has faded and longing turned to worry ...

I'm so tired.