Exhaustion

I've forgotten every god-damned thing
I meant to say. I knew I would. My body's
Beaten, now a pit of weariness, of sand
Into which my mind's blundered.
Helpless, I can feel it sink. I'll sleep.
I haven't any choice. I'll rise at some
Point, possibly refreshed, and gather
Food to eat, and try to move beyond
The pit to firmer ground, upon which
I will work to recollect the thoughts,
Those god-damned things, that
I had meant to say.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-28 at 15:19

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