Exhaustion

A spoken word piece reflecting my version of living on the edge.

 

Exhaustion

 

Exhaustion is caution ignored at a peril

to bedevil my level of fogged up concentration,

consternation at forgetting, regretting

sleepless nights, all day fights

to prop toothpicks in eyelids

and keep the muddled mind moving

bobbing and grooving;

each expense of pretense

when sleep is the cauldron I’m lacking,

no chance for a sip of the brew

attacking the day as it flew

to the night, while imagination

pretends it’s all right,

as shine of my face shows grey hues,

pay my dues in the aches of my bones

and the sad undertones in my eyes,

while my soul yearns to soar to the sky.

Reviews

[Jessica Standifird]

I really like the way this piece worked as a whole.

"when sleep is the cauldron I�m lacking, "

I love that idea. "Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble...." Any time I hear cauldren I go automatically to that line. : ) I completely related to these lines:

"pay my dues in the aches of my bones
and the sad undertones in my eyes, "

I love the image of dark circles under the eyes that comes with the second line, there. Great use of the language in this piece.

[J.P. Bristow]

while my soul yearns to soar to the sky

..........love this! the artwork is really beautiful. The music selection was a nice accent to a peice that I think alot of people can relate to. Well done.

[Mark James]

"as shine of my face shows grey hues, pay my dues in the aches of my bones and the sad undertones in my eyes, while my soul yearns to soar to the sky" ~thats my favorite part.very very nicely written. also, i love the picture too.

[Antony]

Hey David, Nice picture. An excellent rhyming poem to give light to what we will do to our mind, and body to satisfy our passion. What price will we pay?
Tony

[T. L. O'Neal]

Nice poem with great flow. I can relate, the end of the night of the night owl and poet. Very good piece David. T