Fuzzy-headed

Composed 8/24/17
Description: n/a

Life is a sandstorm that
has settled on my mind
Dust rests, heavy and thick, it
filters into cracks and spaces
where magic used to spawn and spread like a spring
But my head just feels so heavy now
it’s hard to shake
loose, to let
words lift like a paintbrush on canvas, instead
everything is gray

But soon I must retaliate or this
slow, progressive dementia will
steal my joy away
I must break free and
speak
brush my hand against the dust
so beauty might be seen

Tired

Composed 4/5/17
Description: I’m there. I’m sure you’ve been there. For NaPoWriMo.

Mindless motions are how
I muddle through monotonous days
Once filled with frenzied excitement
Those same enticing tasks
Emit exasperated sighs
Can I survive
A few more days?

Nighttime Prayer

Composed 4/13/15
Description: For Day 13 of NaPoWriMo. What I write in a half-conscious state.

just let me drift away
slowly to another day
let my soul sleep heavy
my mind and body
they’re both ready
to fade away
succumb to fate
a blissful gift
of a quiet trip
to blacked out dreams
under faint moonbeams
until my eyes open easily
to the sun