Exhaustion Poem by Susan Alldred Lugton

Exhaustion



Exhaustion.
Where is the fuel
To build the tension
that's called life
.
It comes and goes
A pendulum,
No one knows
how to stop.

Ticking slow,
in time with what.
More time to go,
nearer now.

Now suspended,
the middle ground
An empty flow
life has stopped.

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