Exhaustion
Lassitude comes in many forms, the upright and the slumped, in spite of frequent late night coffee runs.
Fatigue is not an emotion, not a state
Rather, it is a person, and a nasty one at that.
I am Fatigue.
Iam exhaustion.
I am lassitude.
I am the product when you multiply sleepless nights and endless tests to the power of constant stress.
I am the result of soaring expectations, countless challenges, and above all
work. I am the son of effort, the child of endeavor.
I am the deadly revelation upon mixing inspiration and motivation
Dedication
The exhasution I feel is acute, enduring, and a key part of my character
but the will to fight, to run, to soar, cannot be smothered.
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