Exhaustion High

Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.

In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high 
Of an overworked mind forever.

wph

VT

16 years old

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    New starust slicks the shingles

    On the ancient roof of the shed

    Where a couple of souls lie to clean

    Their greying teenage bodies.

     

    The streetlight turns off at

    Half past ten,

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    runon

    I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things t