Exhaustion

A way of your body deciding

That it’s tired of the

Abuse

The stretching of hours

The confusion of trying to

do this thing called survive.

The heart is racing the mind

But is only so

Many paces behind.

Too many paces to

Think coherently.

Like standing on the edge

Of the Grand Canyon.

Having the ability

To jump

But the body just

Knows

That death or pain

Would follow.

Because the brain

Told it so.

The beauty of exhaustion is

The beauty of the mind to

Make a choice.

To live on the edge.

But to not jump.

To take the risk

Just far enough

For the freaking thrill of it.