The Friday Rant! Poem by Anita Atina

Have my bones gone soft,
Why do my shoulders slump,
Why do I amble,
With such a hunch?

Hairs’ a mess,
Skin’s turned dull,
Even a half-smile,
Feels like a lull.

I need to run faster,
Be like the hare,
But the pace I’m at,
Is slower than a snail.

My brains overloaded,
Instructions travel slow,
Can’t feel their turgid
Flow, anymore.
 
The world’s buzzing around me,
That fly I’d love to swat,
Couldn’t care,
I’m feeling overwrought!

Eyelids drooping,
Even caffeine doesn’t hit,
My run down system,
Clearly needs to tick!

: -))