For today's prompt, write an exhausted poem. The poem can be a first person account of your own exhaustion, or it can describe the exhaustion of someone (or something) else. Heck, I guess it even could be about exhaust, huh?
Here's my attempt for the day:
When Ben got tired, he'd run
through the house until he
collapsed on the floor. I'd hear
a thump and know he was out.
When Jonah got sleepy, he'd
find a corner and start crying,
and there was nothing you could
do until he fell into a silent slumber.
Will rubs his face, sucks his thumb,
and curls up on his blanket before
closing his eyes. When he's out
he's out; that's how they all are.
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