Exhaustion

Exhaustion.
Where is the fuel
To build the tension
that's called life
.
It comes and goes
A pendulum,
No one knows
how to stop.

Ticking slow,
in time with what.
More time to go,
nearer now.

Now suspended,
the middle ground
An empty flow
life has stopped.

by Susan Alldred Lugton

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