Already the first month, 2013,
Is almost over, drawing to a close,
And what have I done, what works can be seen?
I've managed some poems and written some prose.
Lost in some debilitating 'dead zone',
Or so it would seem, drenched in lethargy,
And while I'm not stressed, I seem to be prone,
To bouts of depression, zero energy.
Poisonous notions attacking my heart,
Negative emotions that act like rust,
Corroding my soul, destroying my art,
Slowing me down and turning dreams to dust.
A mind of molasses, flowing so slow,
Numbing my senses, a flood of decay,
Bitterness kills while kissing one's ego,
An enemy within, from 'yesterday'.
This stagnation and procrastination,
It steals my tomorrows, whisks them away,
Robbing my future, drowning creation,
Must wake up! 'Carpe Diem' - seize the day!
Copyright ⓒ Chris Ryall 2013