Tired Heart

May 11, 2017
By ColettePippin BRONZE, Columbia, Missouri
ColettePippin BRONZE, Columbia, Missouri
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This tired heart is beating.
So slow,
but so hard
you’d think it was King Kong
stomping through New York.
But nothing is certainly
as bright as New York.
Colors dim
as they pass through my sunken eyes.
Everything is dull and gray.
The sounds,
the sights,
the feelings,
the smells,
the tastes,
I can’t.
Scents make me sick.
I have to leave, I’m sorry.
Tastes crumble
dry in my mouth
as my Vegas nerve jerks
deep down inside me.
You know that feeling you get,
like butterflies in your stomach?
Only they’re evil and huge when you stay awake for days
and they feel more like anxiety.
Everything is heightened.
The disgust,
the stress,
the exhaustion,
the defeat.
What’s worse?
I can’t feel anything.
My emotions seep out of me
like the opposite of a sponge.
Maybe I’m a sponge that’s too full.
Someone who took too big a swig
of everything.
Now everything is leaving.
My emotions, my mind.
Mindfulness? Ha!
Like a dream come true.
But that’s what it is
At least that’s what it feels like
A dream.
I’m too exhausted
to chase a dream.
I’m tired.

The author's comments:

This piece was inspired by an art piece, a portrait, by Olivia Smith. The picture is the portrait Olivia drew. This poem depicts the feeling of being completely exhausted. A few years ago, I completely ran myself into the ground and I have been exhausted ever since and have felt the feelings this poem describes. I hope people will be able to relate to this and realize that you don't have to do everything at once and destroy your health. 

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