Recently I have been struggling a little against the cold. UK’s weather is suffering from anamolies at the moment and I am feeling the effects of it. On top of recent workload, this muse is the only one I can share at the moment. Enjoy!
Body feeling weak,
mind is clouded.
Struggle to clear the fog,
why do my hands ache?
Legs feeling heavy,
each step appears tougher.
I look ahead, oh my,
why does the same path seem longer than yesterday?
Finger tips stays cold,
fighting against the wind.
I shake my head, alas my mind holds tight,
an image of me tucked up snugly in bed.
Submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 69