Exhaustion is the numbness that overpowers

Exhaustion is the numbness that overpowers,
skin streaked with the after effects of weeping,
eyes dried as it leaves by corners and
travels a cringing face, going solemnly
as though sorrow is a sort of submission.
Exhaustion is ogling polished deviants,
suddenly seeming unattractive. It is
lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
and listening for calls of inspiration,
but no arousal sustains the desire
to leave the fortress of sheets.
Exhaustion is trembling at just one thought,
that I should continue living in the aftershocks,
suspended between opposing forces and
never
having the will to choose one or
being loved enough have it chosen for me.
Exhaustion is greater than supposing apathy,
but more like the overbearing nature
of emotive burdens and
consummate senses that create a sick
tunnel vision of tragedies and subterfuge.
Exhaustion is the most proverbial way
to contrive daring escapes with
car crashes and overdoses and a myriad
of seemingly innocent household appliances.
Exhaustion is the numbness that overpowers
and can only be given synapse with
an imprudent amount of blood on shaken fingers or
some inconspicuous poison at your lips,
or a wound that
whether or not it is by self-mutilation or
inflicted by another's abuse
could implement life
and terrify hope into the pessimistic.

Reviews

[Shawn Jahaffie]

You know, I can really appreciate good, down to earth writing that is derived from the biographical, especially because its hard to come by these days. This is a great poem that could probably benefit from separating into stanzas starting everytime you mention "exhaustion." I see the word in my peripheral vision as I'm reading downwards, and subconsciously want to do it myself :). Stanza breaks give the eyes a rest and make it look less like a shopping list (in no way am I calling your poem a shopping list). I have a few poems with just one stanza, but that's because my sentences are really long. Btw, props on the words ogling, deviants, subterfuge, myriad and synapse. I love those words.

KaK xopowo MoR noDpyra
Jon

[Steffi]

"skin streaked with the after effects of weeping,
eyes dried as it leaves by corners and
travels a cringing face, going solemnly
as though sorrow is a sort of submission."

[fireblossom]

yes. that's it. how often we "feel" a certain way and make or don't make decisions thinking it is because of this or that, but when we look back it was exhaustion weariness.

well done!

[Brenda Sue]

Oh my, you have captured Exhaustion here. Beautifully written.

[rinnyroo1994]

this was fascinating in a devestating way... every image I can picture clearly... and its sadly beautiful
props on the great write...