Weighed Down

Her eyelids were weighted
With the worries
That prized them open
In the night’s smallest hours.
They were weighed down
And heavy;
Welcoming sleep
Whilst the sun
Was high.
She resisted.
She knew
That as night fell,
She would awaken
Once more
And roam the night
Hand in hand
With heavy worries.

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