Playing dangerous blood sugar games,
whole-wheat rusks with hot chocolate -
vision affected, drooping eyelids and head
A quick-fix with black, bitter coffee lasts only
a minute before symptoms of apathy and
catatonia return, another cup of coffee
To combat veins in head contracting, yesterday
I fled this scourge by eating in a restaurant but
being served blackened bacon and tepid chips
Prevents me from going back there, thus I have
this great war against fatigue in my little world,
reminds me of *Good Omens' enormous halo
Keeping Adam's world safe - I rejoice in mine,
having a small place of earth to love and cherish
is a privilege second to none, my inner sanctuary
Held in equilibrium by books & theories reworked
in the light of new ideas; is most accessible when
I'm in my special place on earth - hoping my
Work-station, another haven, will help me steady
my spinning mental gyroscope after these games
with wheat, sugar and caffeine…
[7 October 2014]
[* Terry Pratchett]
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trying to battle fatigue is a miserable thing and so few run of the mill type stimulants do more than make you shaky. Then to be able to recover in the inner sanctuary is where true life and recovery take place. Good piece.