All These Different Moods
i feel slightly flat
not sad
or hunkered down
and cradling my depression
just tired,
like my energy is no longer energetic
and boundless fun,
is facing a long term recession
i have always -
weighed up the darker skies
my scales,
always there, plain to see
but what about -
the floodplains of me
i just wonder,
how much i actually have -
in the forty something tank
because this one time high street
is without its trusty savings bank
i feel expectation.
like a rusty sabre -
in my dead wood like hands
find me here,
in this, our deep and mysterious land
find me some energy
find me a special place
find me some energy
find me something special to taste
James Garratt - Wednesday 12th March 2021
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