My eyeballs are heavy

Like lead bullets, they get me

In the early evening, my eyelids come down like curtains

Of this I’m certain: soon I’ll be dreaming

This brain never stops

The eyes, an extension of my brain

Even during closing hours there is pain

Evening is a sunset, a dropping curtain, a closing laptop

It’s a power button pushed, a phone charging

But in the quasi-stillness, something is alarming

Another day gone

A block checked off the calendar

A subtle truth: in living today, I’m dying too  – for sure

I’m giving in

As the bed calls

I’m a floating leaf here in the fall

Living, dying, having lived a day

I close my eyeballs

Hopeful that all my cares will give way