Lackluster, as if the lights have gone out.
Tired and zombie like
I drift through the day.
No reasonable cause cited
no recognizable end in sight.
Are there demons to be slain
or angels needing resurrection?
I know not
Wondering where have I gone
and when I’ll return
to some degree of momentum.
A sway in a breeze at least?
An upward turn in my straight line lips?
Is it my age? Hormones ceasing to rage?
Seasonal change, moon in wrong house??
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
I really don’t care to delve.
No, I think a simple acknowledgement is all I can muster.
Multifaceted me in some sort of funk.
I will rise again this I know
But for now