exhaustion
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My professor wants me to analyze a poem
And why at the end there are two
Enjambèd lines with only one word.
Who wants to tell this idiot
Can I bring my eyes out of my face and clean them
Smooth away the exhaustive rattling
Of a hamster’s wheel
Around and around goes the year
It's confusing being mixed.What I look like, and my experiences,they don't line up with a typical anything.I am not European-American,I am not Puerto Rican,I am an amalgamation of these things, and more.
There's a bullet hole
Here in this brain
Don't look too close
You'll scream in pain.
I live through this,
Everyday
But no one sees,
So I don't say a thing.
There's metal beams.
My demons like to play games.
And I think that I am it.
I run and run.
But still they come,
And fill my soul with grit.
I’m starting to think
my happiness trial has expired.
Im numb all the time
when did I get so tired?
Why does it never stop?
When did the nightmares come back?
The voice in my headIt keeps yelling for reliefFrom the pain I feel inside of meA thoughtThat remedy can be sought from anywhereAnd not found anywhereNo matter the effort given
She does not sit on a throne
But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one
She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair
is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
Drowsy, tired, and sleepless,
Lost in my own mind,
What did I do yesterday?
Scared, fearful, unchanging,
Lost in the halls,
Listen to me, you apathetic, groggy naysayer of the morn,
Downcast with your expression baggy-eyed and forlorn;
Get up and get going, nurse your lethargy no more!
I face the stream of water,
feeling freshwater mix with salt;
I can feel my life
washing away under the pressure of life,
piece by piece,
yet I can't seem to care-
even when it costs me too dearly,
These tears streaming down my face? They're for the hours I've spent pouring over books not soaking in information because my sleep depraved mind has lost its ability to absorb anything but the haunting melody of voices crying out give me rest.A
my consciousness sputters like a dying engine
the pulsations of my brain slowing, shaking
(muscles too slug-like to function)
beat, rest, beat, rest
Stomach shriveled
Legs weak
Loss of appetite
Loss of sleep
Constantly freezing
Constantly stressed
Why oh why am I so depressed?
Hunger is gnawing
I'm feeling so faint
I want to escape
life’s spinning around
The noise is so loud
I’m forgetting who I am
I’m not who they want me to be
'H' or 'H'
I just can't tell
The click and clack
Won't serve me well
I hear it come
It comes so near
Across the track
I sit in fear
My eyes keep burning
from what seems like one hundred hours
of staring into a dry wind.
That wind seems determined
to send my retinas into a drought.
It hurts to close them.
I’m tired,
So tired.
Someone please let me sleep.
I’ve been wandering for so long,
Traveling through this vast desert.
There’s nothing in sight
No oasis like they claim,
I am not okay
And I don't have the energy
All of it's exhausting
It's not that I'm not trying,
But that I can't seem to care.
Notes and tests and quizzes and books
It's all just way too much
My body is strapped in, held fast in place.
The mountainous load smacks the desk with full force
Dust disturbed from where it was resting.
I reach for the topmost paper, trembling I slide it down
Feels like my mind is gone, my brain-is-fried,Thoughts keep coming, I guess it remains-alive,Driven to the point of insanity, which lane-do-I-drive?Trying to keep my head up, like a sniper, 'cause I aim-high,
The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion drives her to the river- where she will sit on a cold grey stone until - over time - she finds peace.
