Stalactites and stalagmites

Heavy rocks in my body cave

Dragging down and causing

Weight with pain of awkward

lagging faith.

 

Is it fernweh that makes me

Want to sleep and lay all day in bed

Instead of trying to stay ahead

Even in such pessimistic

times?

 

What is that drags my shoulders down?

Inner drowning, subsumed by grey

Unfortunate mental strain

A semi sleep that consumes

energy so quickly

 

Staring eyes and staring thoughts

Caught between awake and not

Inner drive forgotten, with lack

Of haste, the waste of

Another hour.

 

But it’s no big drama to leave it there

It’s only fair that life shares out

The days of inner inspiration drought

It isn’t a worry and tomorrow

Will soon be here.