How is tonight different?

If the clock weren't digital, I would here it tick.
The moments weigh upon me, the seconds heavy - brick.
Shoulders wracked with burden mounting, night is simply still.
My mouth is zipped as winter coat, pointless acts of will.
Aching bones that speak exhaustion - beg me now to rest,
Racing wind that screams of caution, whips both east and west.
A heart is porous, sharp and soaked - body follows suit -
It's night that binds the body down, and night the soothing root.