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!
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!
Thank you!
I really like this poem. It brings back the exhaustion of writing for so long as well as the happiness that went with the marathon.