exhausted

Tonight, I am at peace 

The kind that leaves you with an unmistakeable sense of dread 

The kind that makes your stomach turn

It is unbearable 

I know that I cannot run forever

Life moves too fast for me anyways

I trip over my feet daily 

I cannot keep pretending that I don’t

I take crude comfort in knowing there are fleeting moments like these

My concious gasps and aches for air 

Denial is the pool of cold water that soothes its sore throat

It leaves an aftertaste of regret

Yes, tonight I am at peace

The stars in the sky laugh at my pantomime of quietude

I am lounging on pins and needles

Dreading the hour that heralds the dawn