Listless

 

The once-vibrant forest
inside my mind
has gone quiet
reeking of dead moss
and damp things

no chattering squirrels
or inquisitive birds
not even a fresh breeze of thought

synapses – stilted
empathy – exhausted
motivation – missing
my body crooked on the couch
uncomfortable, slightly cold
feigning sleep
to deflect demands

somewhere there exists
a list
with important tasks
and genuine asks
including “time together”

Be advised
this is bound to be
disappointing
at best

even the ever-eager dog
is finding my presence
unsatisfying

as I languish
inert
empty
offering nothing
desiring
nothing
but

silky

dark

silence