When life …when life feels lived
As opposed to live-able
Are you merely wistful, nostalgic?
Or are you, profoundly, sick?
Purple tongued and blue souled, feverish with melancholia
You set out, fall out spill out, to trudge through another day
Brief glimpses of hope, ad hoc smiles, transient esteem…
Tired you are, in your body in your mind in your skin, under
your bed, silent in the noise, too tired…
To fight much, at all, the energy waning, waning, waning…
Of course, you might just need a good nap.
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