These hours
Climb one on top of the other
Stacked into infinity
Or three am
Same thing
My body hurts
My back, my head, my soul
Words are flying through the air
Coaxing me to grab them
But I cannot raise my arms
I am stuck
Stuck in these long hours
Fighting the reality
I really have nothing to say
Still I say it
Each hour
Placing one word on top of another
Stacked into infinity
Or three am
When the words will settle down
And I can sleep
Ahh The infinite 3 am.
Only a true marathoner would know where you’ve been.
Great descriptions.
I’m not sure why, but this poem has me seeing a stack of Lego being built in a living room. Cool!