Best Exhaustion Poems
The hands on the clock move slowly forward
My tired ears listening for the sound of breathing
Listening, waiting for the sob that means I am alive
That ends the silence the sound of hope retrieving
Dawn breaks, my grey face looks up from the pillow
"Morning cariad" I whisper through battled breath
Sorry I kept you awake my darling Angels
Didn't want to succumb to the powers of death
The pain would go if I forsook this life
Yet the horror of losing you, to lose control
Each pain in the night feels like a surgeons knife
cutting away more flesh reaching my very soul
The exhaustion of living makes life so precious
waking up each morn to a breath so feathery
please keep me this day calm not fracious
If this is my last one make it a good memory
Penned March 5 2015.
Sinking deeper and deeper
No help coming
My only rope is frayed and made of words
Nothing solid to grip
All alone in the muck and mire
Frantically splashing my arms and legs
to find my way out
But there is none
All my pleading, wailing and prayers
seem to go unanswered...
I am done.
Out of water for three days; desert life,
Delirious with heat.
Exhaustion overwhelming!
16 Feb 2015
I sit here in anguish, too broken to think
As my sweet girl sobs on from the pain
Of the chemicals, fear, exhaustion and loss
That the cloud of lymphoma does rain.
And I who with joy traded career to be mom
Have failed at life's greatest calling
To keep my child happy and healthy and live
Caught in loving arms when she is falling.
And how do I tell her, "It will be fine."
When my broken heart has its own doubts?
I try to be strong, hold her hand through the pain
But the tears rain when meds knock her out.
The secret I dare not tell anyone else
Is her life is the fuel that feeds mine.
If she loses this fight and moves on from this earth,
I'd follow her quickly behind.
Ironic, indeed, as my tears rain down
On her beautiful bald sleeping head,
Just 23 years ago I watched her like this
Tiny, perfect, asleep in my bed.
Life is a dream you don't know til you wake
If you flew when you jumped or crashed down.
I was flying along so sure of my height
Then I woke in the tears where I drowned.
10/15/2016
For Words Drowned in Tears Poetry Contest
I'm refusing to lose hope
there's rising evil in this idyllic world
~ let me catch my breath
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The old wolves, they slumber unto evening.
Harmless and fragile, poses no threat to no creature.
So, the old are wise and experience; and, yet lacks strength.
Cautious, patience and courteous that makes an old man.
Like seasons in nature all man has theirs.
But how can a man be weary? When he is young,
Naive in nature, curious and full of life,
So uncanny of foreseeing their future,
With passion for success, yet so blissfully unaware,
Unease and trouble minded.
Tried and filled with regrets of the past,
Of things which he could have done,
Sorrow fills the heart of the old, hoping to see brighter days.
For his days of glory is nothing but distance memories.
Young man has little things to regret,
But a misfortune follows.
Cause the old are wise in actions but young man are not so.
A man becomes weary in life because of their age.
All things come to an end and is replaced by anew,
So, exhaustion of an old man is understandable,
When his weight has lighten,
And no longer needs to race with the World,
But rest and guide the coming generations.
But will the old generation corrupt the new?
Or the new learn from the old?
It's all in your head.
It's all in your mind.
One day, you'll be dead.
One day, you'll be hard to find.
We say, "we wish we could fly."
We say, "Give us some time."
They'll work you till you die,
They'll work you till you commit a crime.
Freedom is only in your head.
Freedom is only in your mind
Words written in minds soft sands
Delightful joy they have brought
Tide of exhaustion now flows
Words have disappeared
OR
Thoughts of you within my mind
Delightfuly etched in sand
Tide of exhaustion now flows
Hides them from your sight
I am tired of questioning
Constantly shooting at my reflection wondering why
I am tired of being
To each day fade a little more inside
I am tired of hoping
And always see the last ray of hope
Faintly disappearing my sight
I am tired of painting a bed of roses down my horizon
To later witness a promising dream crumble before my eyes
Cruelly departing my sky
I am tired of smiling
While flows inside of me a boundless sea of sorrow
I am tired of opening my arms
To only receive warm embrace of regrets and deceits
i am tired of loving
for my heart screams in pain
Away from love
Exhausted to feel the vain passion
Of a racing heartbeat
Expecting sooner or later
Another arrow piercing through my chest
To whom has discovered the secret to be
tell me how to live
And truly exist
How to follow my star home
Without feeling lost
How to embrace every breath of life
Without resting upon my fear
What is this mystery behind love?
most of us fail to understand
How to live perfectly
Throughout the imperfections of life
It sneaks up when you're unprepared
And pulls the rug from under,
Full knowing you would not have dared
To fight to save your thunder.
For, unlike fog, with cat-like feet,
Exhaustion isn't fleeting.
When age and too much action meet,
It could be self-defeating.
A younger soul than I might last
Until that fog has lifted,
But time's been moving much too fast;
The balance might have shifted.
Wishing on a star,
I wanted a car;
But a horse walked by;
Winked its’ big brown eye;
And I had a ride.
The night is late
My horse just ate;
This poem’s sure,
Full of manure.
Still I write
In the night;
Though I’ve not
One thing
To say;
NON.
Few weeks without him an I got this monster in my chest. He's no longer hungry for love, but he's a ravenous beast to heartache. This monster suffers through darkness with me. He huddles down, lays his head on my lap with his paws under his head, an when he whimpers, I feel myself fall apart.
This black hole I fell into, leaves me feeling empty an this pain has become excruciating that the worse parts of myself whimper. This monster inside me, the people who torment me are the problems I can't seem to find a situation too.
Lately, I've been drowning myself in my emotions an it's a feeling I've felt before, but this monster has me stuck in exhaustion.
I'm exhausted from keeping my head above water.
what you won't hear
what you will never hear from me:
pieces of words that fit together
unheard
like a mantis prayer
but still i bother
like a bite that's stronger than it's size
a little thing that breaks the sky
like a box jellyfish
a crack in a sheet of stratus clouds
a golf ball at the speed of light
one unit
fulfills its purpose in it's own way
but right now
it needs to rest.
My Secret Life Relieved.
My body in shock and in trauma
As every part of my helpless being
Lies paralysed in total agony
As if stung by a thousand bees
As complete and utter exhaustion
Takes its grip
And completely consumes and overpowers me
For I am nothing but a shipwreck lost at sea
My mind foggy my head in a vice
Void of cognition too tired for thought
For I am repressed depressed
All hope has abandoned me
My will and resolve
Long dissolved
My hurt so much
I lose all sense of reality
Abused and confused
I no longer have any virtue of control
Ravaged and raped
By a twist of fate
I can do nothing but sleep very deeply
But wake up even more exhausted and intense
Than I did before
I lie in the gutter of despair
I cry out in sheer agony
But no one hears me
There's no one there
Deaths icy breath
Surrounds me
A curse from hell
A place I know so well
For I am nothing
But a corpse still
Only just breathing
Under its cruel harsh spell
Another day
I’m still exhausted
But I’m able to leave my bed of nails
My legs so tired they feel
Like I’m trying to walk through
Knee high
In wet cement
Still feeling downhearted
My mind still foggy
I try to live life the best I can
Under the circumstances
Despite the agony and torment
My nemesis nay return at any moment
I stumble lose my balance and fall
The doctors can’t helpless with the cards I've been dealt
And I get no support at all
Writing my only escape my friend
And only Allie
Life passes by in a twinkle of an eye
I’m lonely heartbroken in despair
But put my faith in God
to get me through
I hang on by my fingernails
To life not worth living
Life gives me little pleasure
I seek no treasure
just good health
I am me
This is me
And Iat least
I try.
Who cares.
Peter Dome©2019.
Recreating the same
Eventful episode
Going through my head,
Reopening the main source to my
Exhaustion only
To feel a shiver going to down my
Spine