I’m tired
And the sky
Has turned to grey
In my heated blanket
May It comfort me today
I’m hungry
Which seems to take
My words away
Could really use some coffee
I’m still writing
Even though I’m whining
Come what may
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m tired
And the sky
Has turned to grey
In my heated blanket
May It comfort me today
I’m hungry
Which seems to take
My words away
Could really use some coffee
I’m still writing
Even though I’m whining
Come what may
I hear you, this was the very last poem in the marathon, right? Good work!
This was hour 21 or 22, and I had already been up more 24.
Thanks for reading 😁
Your determination and stamina shine through these lines – I love the idea that hunger has taken your words away; that’s a moment caught perfectly. You craft such wonderful descriptions of your experiences!