Two Poems of Exhaustion

by mudrhetoric


Exhaustion 1

The lights flicker on and off.
It lights the stairways.
I blindly grasp the walls.
But they’re interdimensional.
And lead me to a traversal plane.
The door is at the end of the hallway.
An exit sign dangles off its chain.

Exhaustion 2

It’s interesting what thoughts stick with you.
What thoughts remain.
Those not lost to time or volition.
Why something rather than nothing?
A question even Plato forgot.