It's late, I'm exhausted; <br />Ready for serious rest. <br />I’ve given it my best <br />And these words <br />Are just blurring <br />Across the page <br /> <br />My train has stopped <br />Dead on the track. <br />Time to wind this down <br />And just call it okay. <br />Tomorrow is another day. <br /> <br />Nothing matters now, the <br />Mind has left without a trace; <br />My body has to find a place <br />To crash and burn <br />For a few precious hours <br />I've lost all power to continue <br />I really need some sleep.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working-into-the-night/
