Carolyn Brunelle

Working Into The Night - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

It's late, I'm exhausted;
Ready for serious rest.
I’ve given it my best
And these words
Are just blurring
Across the page

My train has stopped
Dead on the track.
Time to wind this down
And just call it okay.
Tomorrow is another day.

Nothing matters now, the
Mind has left without a trace;
My body has to find a place
To crash and burn
For a few precious hours
I've lost all power to continue
I really need some sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 5, 2008

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