low energy

there is moments of time
long stretches of days and days
where I just have nothing in me
no energy, little life, no spark
the struggle to respond to messages
is comparable to piling wood
figuring out how to arrange the words
so that my responses make sense
and dont fall over into incomprehension
wishing I felt sorry for disappearing
knowing... I can't be sorry for being tired
for the amount of sorry would burry me
Into a countless amount of splinters