Exhaustion is the numbness that overpowers,
skin streaked with the after effects of weeping,
eyes dried as it leaves by corners and
travels a cringing face, going solemnly
as though sorrow is a sort of submission.
Exhaustion is ogling polished deviants,
suddenly seeming unattractive. It is
lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
and listening for calls of inspiration,
but no arousal sustains the desire
to leave the fortress of sheets.
Exhaustion is trembling at just one thought,
that I should continue living in the aftershocks,
suspended between opposing forces and
never
having the will to choose one or
being loved enough have it chosen for me.
Exhaustion is greater than supposing apathy,
but more like the overbearing nature
of emotive burdens and
consummate senses that create a sick
tunnel vision of tragedies and subterfuge.
Exhaustion is the most proverbial way
to contrive daring escapes with
car crashes and overdoses and a myriad
of seemingly innocent household appliances.
Exhaustion is the numbness that overpowers
and can only be given synapse with
an imprudent amount of blood on shaken fingers or
some inconspicuous poison at your lips,
or a wound that
whether or not it is by self-mutilation or
inflicted by another's abuse
could implement life
and terrify hope into the pessimistic. |
Submission Name: Exhaustion is the numbness that overpowers
