LETHARGY
Sometimes for no reason it creeps in
Everything around turns a shade of grey
Every moment feels to be dull and dreary
Without any spark of energy.
Time acts as though it has stopped
But a cursory glance at the clock reveals
That nothing has changed
Time has indeed moved on
It never stops no matter what.
Then a small voice screams from within,
Throw away this blanket of exhaustion
For each moment is precious.
This day of the year is only a guest
Who will soon bid adieu
Never to come back again.
Susan
Sometimes for no reason it creeps in
Everything around turns a shade of grey
Every moment feels to be dull and dreary
Without any spark of energy.
Time acts as though it has stopped
But a cursory glance at the clock reveals
That nothing has changed
Time has indeed moved on
It never stops no matter what.
Then a small voice screams from within,
Throw away this blanket of exhaustion
For each moment is precious.
This day of the year is only a guest
Who will soon bid adieu
Never to come back again.
Susan
grasp each moment loosely , as if it is your last....beautifully written
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I love the line: The day of the year is only a guest who will soon bid adieu... That really speaks to me.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back !!
ReplyDeleteinspirational!
ReplyDeletelovely poem!
Happy Friday!
jingle
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com
Welcome!
this was bittersweet, yet very well said.
ReplyDeleteYou have a gift for words, my friend. I've been slacking in my bloggish neighborliness as school has been more than hectic. Now that I'm back in the swing again, I wanted to stop in and say hello. Happy spring!
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