Exhaustive Energy
Quarter to four is when I woke,
Like a motor going full-throttle in my brain,
I bounce from room to room
Objects are lifted and shifted
until I am left with a disheveled space
and the same thirst for peace.
Comments
Alexandra - we've probably all been there at some time, and for various reasons, but this is very succinctly expressed. Nice writing.
Rob
Thank you Toby!
I am glad you enjoyed reading it
Love this piece. Short but expresses that middle of the night feeling of panic and worry - and you don't over complicate the piece either, it expresses and then allows the reader to imagine that feeling in their own personal capacity.
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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz
Thu 23rd Jun 2016 21:01
Thanks to you too, Rob. I appreciate that you can relate to the feelings that inspired this poem