Exhausted Exhilaration

Body tired

Brain stone cold



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


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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