Fatigue vibrates in my core
A hum beneath my skin.
A weary echo, pulsing low,
A song I cannot dim.

It thrums within my hollow bones,
A whisper sharp and thin.
Restless waves that twist and turn,
Yet sleep won’t let me in.

The static hum of sleepless nights,
A drone I cannot flee.
Sonic ghosts of waking hours,
Forever haunting me.