Wear Me Out

This morning      
through the reflection of the mirror      
I saw my self’s weary looks      
a would-be acute bloodhound      
with droopy eyes and floppy ears      
     
For the past few weeks      
I have been staggering      
out of my comfort zone      
and taking on a new challenge      
Trying to pole-vault      
hope to jump over the air particles      
regardless of the higher heat    
the friction would dry me out  
       
Soaking In limbo gloom with purge fire      
been crashed and burned      
Out of the count      
my open mouth can’t speak      
my worn-out body can’t give a hug      
     
I am savoring the feeling of exhaustion      
sitting numb and dumb      
no way to bear the weight of a pen      
Feeling so close      
a haggard rose      
the saggy petals can’t carry dew drops      
even the slightest dose      
     
I’m still breathing      
inhaling the spell ray of collapsing      
not sure how much I can reach      
but I have been moving forward      
at least a few more further inches