Eight Hour Blink

Exhaustion

Slowly nibbles and

Gnaws

At my words

Until they become nothing;

The steady mastication

Of inspiration

Proceeds until the late night

Becomes the early morning,

And my consonants

Become confused.

The million wires of fatigue,

Thin as thought

And yet as heavy as my continued

Existence,

Draw me from this flickering screen--

It is time I said

Goodnight.

Author's Note

So..I've been too tired to write lately (been working/etc. till quite late) and instead of just falling asleep tonight, I decided to write about how I'm too tired to write.
'Night. :)

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

Very apt... just how i am feeling right now. Poetry can become so intense somtimes and it's so hard to just let it go and get some sleep... even when the words are fizzling into thin air and becoming 'nothing' that makes any sense any more. Excellently well expressed!

[Judy Ponceby]

This is most excellent :D You project that heave weighted tired feeling so well. :)

[GlamGirl]

I agree. I don't write much during the week because I am so worn out from school.
Great write!

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

haha, this was a good write. it explains exactly how i felt last night! x) nice job!
~gabbz