Exhaustion

Exhaustion


Ongoing sounds of need bounce off of every wall,
creating a cacophony of confused questions.

Please. I'm tired.

Energetic hands wave in the air, pleading for a place,
knowing they are one in a crowd, lacking experience.

Please. I'm tired.

The scent of adolescence hangs over every chair,
causing a rush of hormonal turmoil and exuberance.

Please. I'm tired.

The hands of the clock tick by, measuring the day in
seconds. A final triumphant noise signals it - cessation.

Please. I'm tired.

The setting sun highlights the road home,
tracing along every curve in the path. Liberation.

Now I sleep.

A 15 line entry for The Writer's Cramp, 4/5/11. The prompt was to title a poem - Exhaustion, and then write in any form we wish. This is what I came up with .