Exhaustion

by Cuddles   Sep 18, 2006


My head is pounding.
My body is weak.
It hurts to move.
It's hard to sleep.

I don't want to breathe,
can barely hold open my eyes.
I'm too exhausted to think.
This is surely my demise.

I wish to sink into oblivion,
to forget one and all,
but I can't give up on life
so I just let my tears fall.

(c) Mary Barren

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jason

    The despair of the world. The struggle of life. The will to survive. Great message in this poem Excellent write.

  • 17 years ago

    by Oceansoul

    Very good description of that feeling
    very clear,well written
    keep it up

  • 17 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I do believe that when one crys, it helps us push through just a little, maybe a lot...Its ok to cry about whatever hard time you go through. I'm glad you realize that by the end of this poem! I loved it...short, simple, (Bill took my other word) and very direct!
    Wonderfully done as usual Cudds!
    Chelsey

  • 17 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Very expressive and emotional... Great write, with great rhymes. I do hope that everything is okay, keep writing... Cast those demons away!

  • 17 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Nicely done, well expressed Mary, kudos, great job!!!

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