I’ve taken to my bed
It’s a half-harmless hiccup
There’s nothing really wrong with me
I’m just not getting up
It might be easily dismissed as
A momentary malaise
It could last until my final day
Or it may just be a phase
Time is moving quickly
Future, at speed, moves into past
It’s increasingly clear to me
I wasn’t built to last
I’ve been marking time for milk
Hoped there was some honey due
Those platitudes about hanging on
They’re not entirely true
So I’ve taken some steps of my own
To mitigate against the doom
There’s so much less to fret about
When life is lived in just one room
Outside’s a darkening stereoscope
It horrifies and appalls
That’s why I have dropped anchor
Within these four forgiving walls
You can’t predict precisely
When the dromedary’s spine will split
But when and if it happens
Just shrink your world to fit
I’m keeping right on top of things
Still committing tiny treasons
One day I may venture out again
For now I’m running out of reasons
I really love this. I’m uncomfortably familiar with this feeling and look forward to taking to my bed some day soon #justbecause
Keep writing your poems, I really enjoy them. Though sometimes I have to look up some of the words as I went to a comprehensive where I learned how to melt a biro in a bunsen burner x
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Thank you Tash! That means a lot to me. Glad you like them – I like writing them
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