Friday, 8 February 2019

I Don't Do Frenetic

A poem from 2018

I’m lying down
Tired
Weary limbs
Anxiety conquered
Doped on antidepressants
And all the pills they foist on you once you reach a certain age
And it’s actually quite pleasant
Not rushing around
Head not in a million places
But I wouldn’t mind a bit of excitement from time to time

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