Struggle, Hunger, Panic.

So tired and exhausted,
How much I cannot tell,
I fall on my bed and hope
For a bite to eat.

My strength fails me
Yet again, to accomplish
The impossible.

I cannot attend,
Therefore I lie tired
Looking for a jet of fresh air
Through my burning blood.

These states of mine
I cannot tell,
From which came the first.
A simple matter of finding accomplishment.

The energy in my legs,
pound against the walls
Fighting to break free,
Of this struggle
That has seemed to become, me.