Half-conscious
I strained to dislodge myself
From the warm treachery of sleep

Through the high noon
I fervently strove
Drifting, gradually
Wearily slipping away

Teetering, drowsing
There were no burdens
And nothingness sprawled
Before these tired eyes

My words were slurred
My all was given
And solace prevailed
With a predatory haste