Exhausted Exhilaration

Body tired

Brain stone cold

Wired

 

Here we are

Longing, dreading

Finish line in sight

Three more to go

 

High on caffeine

And inspiration

Music blasting, silently

Exhausting, batteries

 

Running on empty

Living like renegade

Love the underdogs

 

Parade! Parade!

Did the circus come to town?

We are the  poets of the night

 

It’s always different

Then when it came before

Exaggeration?

That’s what words are for!

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Exhausted Exhilaration

  1. What a perfect description of our creative journey through the night! I think we should adopt this as the Poetry Marathon anthem! I love this!

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