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NitaAnn Feb 2015
I can not sleep
I toss and turn night after night
I have gone 4 long days
Without sleep

Exhaustion racks my body
I am a zombie
So tired

Why is sleep eluding me
What fears are keeping me awake

Fears of being small
Fears of my father
No

These are not the fears of present
I fear of losing you
You have been mine for so long
Can I have a life without you
Am I strong enough

I fear not
Lisa Neu Feb 2015
I often offer hope to the world
I see it as my job;
My task in the world.

I enjoy being the spark of light
in the darkness!
So often my spark ignites flame in others.

However; today the wind is strong
and my little spark is having trouble
staying lit.

I need to learn how to maintain my spirit
even on days like today;
I cannot let the wind of the moment
affect the flame of today and the fire of tomorrow.
Instead of seeing the wind as a threat to existence,
I need to see it as the wind of life which will, in time,
make the flame burn brighter; the light spread farther.

Windy, cloudy, dark days only test our resolve
on the journey of faith.
If we are only hopeful, only bright on the good days,
then what are we?

Indeed, I accept the challenge of living faith.
I accept the duty to "put on Christ"
and so the wind, the darkness cannot daunt me.

For didn't Jesus say, "take up your cross and follow me?"
Jesus never promised the road would be easy.

Jesus also suffered from emotional exhaustion.
Remember, his response to God's call was,
"not my will, but your will be done."

Jesus took hope in the fact that God was in control.
He followed his calling unto death;
So must I take hope in God; God is my strength.

My pain, my trouble, my worry
is for nothing
Because ultimately God is in control,
and if I trust in God,
all the pain, trouble and worry
may still be there
but in the end is the assurance
that through the goodness of God,
I will make it.
Chase The Moment Jan 2015
The Map of Her Skin
The scars on her wrist
Whisper           Secrets
Of                      When

Her Reflection
Showed a Monster
Clawing to Escape

Her eyes saw
Shadows Dancing
Fire Behind Lids

Tears fall down
Her Hollow Face
leaving dewy trails
In their wake

Doctors left to
Pick        Up
Her
     A            
         Broken
Shell-of         A-girl

Take a breath
They    said
Hold    it in
Release, release

Let            Go
It seems so simple
A Laughable cure

Time Heals
All Wounds
This Clock   Stopped
Ticking

Time
For this Girl
To treat Herself
Find her    Own Method

Fill    the    Empty
Block the   Hole
With
Anything you Find

Stuff it in
Shove it in
Try it all

A
Deadly Concoction
A    Welcome SIN

Blood from lifeless skin
Water from empty eyes
Oil from burning heart

Light the Match
Let go
L..e..t

Fire Burn
Burn  Burn
Her   soul

A Welcome distraction
Away            from
The               Gaping Hole

Gnawing at
Her               Insides

Tasting
Her               Despair

Stop!!!
She               SCREAMS

Caving         In
Succumbed to Begin
The
Breaking

Of   Flawless   Skin
Give her peace
For  ONE Day
Let her feel
Sane

Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase
All Rights Reserved
This was awhile back, when I was in a very dark dangerous place, time has passed and so has the intensity of these emotions but they still cling to my skin from time to time.
Phoebe Mae Jan 2015
today has been a stormy day except the sky is clear
it's my moral compass that's stormy
i feel twisted
i feel like one of those knot bracelets we used to wear
when summers were salt and wind and blackbeard and houses with names
except not as nostalgic
i feel tired, mostly
exhausted
the kind where you wonder how in the hell you're going to do it all again
tomorrow
Juhi Chavda Jan 2015
Crying is not enough anymore. I'd like to swallow a knife or a burning candle.
Monique Pereda Nov 2014
I feel your weight on my body
But I cannot see you
I cannot know where to find you
You reside my shoulders
Weaken my arms
Limit my legs
Drown my chest
Pull down my head
Stiffen my bones
And you run in all my blood vessels
You are as a disease
Creeped in unnoticed
A surprise when I woke up
I want to know where you are
So I can tell you to
Leave me!
My back longs for the bed
Yet I know that the bed will not suffice
I told Brain to ignore you
But Brain will give in soon
And Heart will do the same too
Leave me!
Leave me now!
Aly the Pear Nov 2014
I arise groggy from a sleepless night
I truly do want to get out of bed
But still, motivation escapes my sight
As all these bad thoughts stew within my head

Waking up itself is a victory
I feel anything but proud of my feat
My day will entail the same dull story
And by the time night falls, I will be beat

It is a struggle to walk the hallways
Stress rearing it's ugly head back at me
I can't shake the tired feeling for days
Vision blurred by the negativity

I'm finally home, exhausted, I weep
I'll do what I do best and fall asleep
A sonnet on the exhaustion that comes with a ****** up mind
Martha Jordan Nov 2014
Sometimes I have to remind myself
That as close as I live to the mountain's majesty
I am not made of stone.

Despite the sands of time that collect
under my eyes, dragging down into a landslide
of bruises

Regardless of how cold and hard my hands feel
as they guide warm flesh towards
hidden despair

There is still blood in my veins, channeling
through a heart heavy as the earth they
poured over an early grave

My very bones erode with their own weight
The gravel in my wrists is agonizingly
brittle

You said I have such large, pretty eyes but I fear
these petrified jungles are threatening to drown me
and the monsoon provides no relief

I've an avalanche of grief that promises rest
My cradle or my grave
or both.
Emotionally exhausted.
DP Younginger Nov 2014
My shoelaces flap side to side like one of those car-dealership inflatables arms-
My veiny stompers pump puddles of pure procrastination from perceptive sprinting-
Underneath the tune-buds, I cannot hear my sneakers scraping the scrap rocks of gravel-
To my left- a hooting owl habitats itself in a hushed game of charades-
To my right- a slick tree frog flies freely from a lofty leaf and lands in the lagoon-
Elapsed images of elastic languages fill my mind with everlasting wisdom-
Entertained by the watercolors, my canvas curdles and secedes the state of mind-
Pressing harder- the curtain continues to close as I chase the condescending daylight-
Pressing softer- the tuner in my temple turns into a terrorizing shriek from my tibia-
Silver Lining Nov 2014
Have you ever been so exhausted that

your words come out like feathers,

and breathing feels like a chore?
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