For the last three days I feel I have been away,
Lost much sleep, thought I was losing my mind.
Without that friend, that luxury so needed to move,
We collapse possibly into a sickness not so fine.
All things I do, those for me everyday routines disappeared,
I felt a sense of guilt, failure over my obsessions so needed.
Streaks broken that I believe to be a necessity for my daily survival,
A break much needed as physical and mental health seemed questionable.
I have been away but I think in a much needed way, rest my mind but not the thoughts,
Rest this body that is never much rested, I have been away, for me a different way.
Keith Garrett
Very intense! Like the line “we collapse possibility into a sickness not so fine”
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Glad you’re back. Your poem rocks!
Feel better!
I do hope you feel much better now, Keith. Our bodies need rest every now and then and we mustn’t deny our bodies. π
Thanks for reading
On Thu, Apr 9, 2015 at 3:06 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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