Feel a little burnt out today,
head clouded with smoke.
All scorched edges,
like my thoughts
want to go for a walk,
but they haven't fully awoke.
Their eyes bleary
sleepy, dreary.
So, today is a duvet day I attest.
No poetry,
no videos just rest.
Feel a little frazzled today.
The candle has not been so much
burnt at both ends,
more that it's combusted into flames.
Now all that remains is liquid wax,
scorch marks and eye bags.
I need to relax.
Quieten the voices
that sit in my head and bask.
So today I rest.
No work, no words on pages written,
no complex twisted thought prisons,
no distorted maze escape plan missions.
Just rest. No poetry.
Just a duvet, a cup of hot chocolate and me.
Feel a little burnt out.
My voice is hoarse
from the words I shout.
My writing hand cramped
from grasping so tightly to my pen
so that I never let it slip
from my hands again.
I've been sleeping in reverse.
Walking a night-time universe
and ignoring the sun for too long.
So today, no poetry,
just relaxation therapy.
Feel a little of my brain has fried.
The smell of scorched meat
finds my nostrils and hides.
I've had too many late nights,
not enough slow days,
all I need is a bit of good company
and a cup of tea.
So today.
No videos nor artwork made,
just my unmade bed,
my frazzled head and no poetry.
Oh...
Thanks for reading
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