What's Happening?

They say, "Work hard, rest at night. Sleep tight."

Spending restless nights, closing eyes yet half-a-wide.

Mornings seem so moron, with an un-willingness of every form;

I don't know what's happening? Is it right or threatening?

Hands which could once scribe dozens of sheets, without any weep;

Now just linger on and on sheets as if sweep.

Delaying alarms on and on,

It's like; "Oh! Please help me summon!"

Pains of every type, like online shopping, just swipe.

Eyes shredding a lot more fears than tears,

Biceps beeping, again and again, the pains it can't bear.

Legs tend a foe to joe,

As if commanding, "Carry your own weight, you husky, your own foe."