Daily Prompt: Inscrutable

I look at the word

that I have ceased to understand

It is Friday night

And I am done.

 

I cannot make sense of it

I cannot see clearly

I yearn for sleep

And I wish I was done.

 

This word haunts me

It’s beauty and letters

The c becomes a t

I am unable to decode

 

I stumble to say it

My tongue moves wrong

Another word is out

But it’s not the right one.

 

The bit in the middle

Changes so often

Excuse, struct,

oper, stall

 

I know this word

I know how to say it

How to use it

How to define it

 

But it is Friday night

And I am done.

via Daily Prompt: Inscrutable