Today I woke up feeling heavy and spent
The day already incipient with gloom
And the darkness of my self doubts
Reflected in the early morning fog
My impudence shelved and catching flack
For feeling like doom
My body questions its natural state,
An enigma
The way it sits, counterfactual, shy,
This damsel’s grit way in the gutter
Already limp, yawning in the morning
Feigning ready for war in a conflict free zone
A structure and weight of disjunctive worlds, the gift of a flaw in deed
Cause and effect of being so distressed
If only I could go back to sleep
And start over
