The sweetest feeling
The most life-fulifilling feeling
Is that
Of when you have so much to write,
When you feel your fingers twitch with creative impulses
And you know you won't have enough energy
To expel them all.
🌞
But the beauty
Is in when you've written so many poems
That you drop your pen -
Not because your hand had gone numb...
That happened long ago -
You drop your pen
Because your mind's now a mental fen
Stinking of exhaustion.
🌞
Your mind tells you
It can no longer go on,
And there's this feeling somewhere else,
I think it's the soul,
It literally feels drained.
You literally feel drained.
🌞
But you sleep...
You sleep oh so nicely
Because you've sincerely had enough creativity
For one day.
You've felt more emotions
Than your soul was made to feel.
🌞
That's the sweetest feeling...
It masks itself as mental exhaustion
And soulful drainage -
But it ultimately means contentment for the poet in me,
Because he literally cannot go on.
🌞
His
Unusual job
Of feeling
Is done -
For the day.
