Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Dead Tired

My gut feels like it sits square in my throat. My eyes burn and water, and I'm not crying, I'm not. I'm just tired. Bones aching, fingers linger, feet drag. Slice on the smile. Chores get done. Nothing changes. The world won't stop for me.

Patience is harder here in my dead brain. Snapping is the easiest to do. How can I be tired and still scream so loud? It does not seem possible.

4 screams:

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

when i am truly tired, when even breathing is a chore, it is organic to bite off heads and spit them at the crowd

Andrea Cremer said...

When I'm dragging my carcass along the road that leads to despair it's as if an animal lives inside, feeding off my fear, shrieking as it tries to claw its way out.

May you be off this road soon.

glnroz said...

I worry.....:)

justsomethoughts... said...

snapping only seems easy. until one tries.
and that elusiveness
is the loudest scream of all.