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Dogs 2016

THE SPIRIT IS WILLING
(9/8/16)

my mind
tells me
that there is
no threat

no illness

no injury

I've had
plenty
of rest

a decent
diet

a minimum
of exercise

life
should be
good

but I feel
weak

weary

without
a spark
of energy

I look
around

I see much
the same world
as yesterday

a day
when I felt
immortal

laughing
at my luck
of life

today
my chemicals
must be
out of balance

I am
at odds
with the planet

the cosmos
are misaligned

I wish
to hide

to lie down

to wait
for my mojo
to return

but things
are expected
of me

so I
zombie walk
from station
to station

sleepwalking
through the motions
hoping not
to belie
my condition

I realize
that oddly
no one else
probably notices
the difference

exteriorly
I seem
the same
as days
previous

I am glad
of that realization
now

but man

they
really missed out
on the god
that stood
in their presence
yesterday