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.
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Author:
Tom C Dylan (
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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 🌹
So true, Teddy. 🙂 Cheers, Tom.
When it drags like that, something ain’t write .. but we’ve all been there mate .. tomorrow is another day .. Neville 😎👍
Yeah, it's Wednesday today.. halfway through the week.. Downhill from here. 🙂
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. 🙂 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. 🙂 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. 😉👍
Yeah, imagine... doctor's visit, then the hospital and then who knows!! Thanks, AP. Appreciated. 🙂
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