Tired

I asked AI to write me a haiku about tired:

Eyes heavy as stone
Midnight whispers for my rest
Dreams cradle my soul

Indeed. Fking spot on.

By evening time, I’m spent. Running on fumes.
I almost always crawl to the finish line.
Yet. Yet.
I got to finish up the last of my work.
Then dinner calls.
If I had a choice, I’d never eat. If.
Then dishes, chores.
Then caregiving.
I could almost pass out now.
Then shower.
Bedtime routines for the fam.
And now I write this.
Struggling to even stay awake.
Trying to conjure words.
Like squeezing water from rock.

The bed calls.
Rest calls.

But it’s empty.
Only empty.

And tomorrow.
Rinse. Repeat.
For the next 20 years.

I’m tired.
So tired.