366 Poems: November 3rd, 2016

Busy and Exhausted

It’s funny how in the morning

you wish you could’ve slept longer,

but in the evening

all you want to do is stay up late.

That at one moment you’re ready to collapse

and the next you’re bouncing off the walls.

It comes so suddenly–

a text,

an idea,

a forgotten task,

an then suddenly you’re rushing around the bedroom

making a ruckus in the quiet house,

hurrying and scurrying,

thinking and fixing,

moving and moving and

POP!

.

Zzzzzzzz…

.

Goodnight.

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