Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
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I'm that kind of tired
that would transform even
the fondest birthday wishes
into the most offensive
insult imaginable.
My whole jaw hurts like
a shooting tooth-ache,
my limbs are heavy,
my zombie feet drag
along behind me.
Tiredness turns the
afternoon office into
a black and white film,
a European movie,
in a language
I don't understand.
It feels like I'm drowning
in a sea of exhaustion,
a yawn brings tears to my eyes,
and if I closed them
I'd be snoring within seconds.
I check the clock.
hoping its nearly home-time.
Three o'clock. After what
feels like an hour,
I check again.
Five past three.
- Author: Tom Dylan ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2024 07:25
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments9
Damn! That is classic, in soo many ways..good write!
Thanks a lot, Alan. I was shattered yesterday, up all night coughing with the bug that's going round. I tried to get it down in a poem. Cheers, Tom.
We are all tired by 15:30 dear Tom lol πΉ
So true, Teddy. π Cheers, Tom.
When it drags like that, something ainβt write .. but weβve all been there mate .. tomorrow is another day .. Neville ππ
Yeah, it's Wednesday today.. halfway through the week.. Downhill from here. π
It's sooo good that I can feel your exhaustion. Thank you for taking that last ounce of energy, and gifting us with this poem. You've expressed what we've all felt at times. Such a good write!
Thanks Bella. It's a bit of a drag this week, and I did try to capture it in words. π Cheers, Tom.
Very relatable. Tremendous write.
Thanks, Thomas. Appreciated.
Time just seems to slow down when you are not enjoying yourself Tom.
Andy
Very true, Andy, very true. π Cheers, Tom.
You've gotta make an appointment with a Career Advisor, Tom - is it economic circumstances or inertia or having something to write about which keeps you stationary?
Maybe you'll write about a doctor's visit Tom. I hope you're feeling better. ππ
Yeah, imagine... doctor's visit, then the hospital and then who knows!! Thanks, AP. Appreciated. π
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