Exhaustion

Waiting for exhaustion,

complete and total exhaustion,

The moment I no longer,

have to think,

because the thoughts,

Clambering about my head,

are too jumbled,

to realize,

I'm ignoring them.

Yet,

in the moments before,

as exhaustion just begins,

My tired mind,

confesses the truths,

Hidden deep within,

by my,

more rational,

waking

self.

With dread,

...and longing,

I await,

the moment of truth,

Where honest thoughts,

locked up in fear,

escape,

and rush,

onto my page,

Before my saner,

wakeful mind,

Can shush their daring,

crazy cries.