A poem about hypersomnia

Her Hypersomnia

Once swift to get up, she now trembles
While dreaming of a rising sun.

Her eyes, heavy, resist the call of light.
Her mind, foggy, fails to focus on the day ahead.
Her body, leaden, causes debilitating weight,
That prevents her rise from bed.

Her life, constrained by unseen walls,
Wanes, haunted by loudening echos of
Fatigue’s silent whispers,
Amplified as each day renews.

Once swift to get up, she again trembles
While dreaming of a rising sun.