An ill sleep

This is a wretched sleep
Cloying, thick, murky
Weighing on me like my
Dentists lead blanket
So difficult to wake
Too exhausted to move
Too sore to stay still
This is a burdensome sleep
No effort could wear me out
More than this tiredness
Mind full of little lead weights
Bound with a thousand strings

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