Poemdog

Dogs 2020

Waxing Wild
(12/16/2020)


the depression

the uselessness

the purposelessness

all plague
my waking
hours

until I
escape
to a bit
of exercise

manic
movement

eyes
aglow

lungs
gasping

no other
thoughts
but the next
rep

temporarily
empowered
by simple
strength

an animal
devouring
the timidity
of me

and somewhere
between
a purr
and
a growl

I voice
a vitality
all too
fleeting

so much
alive

until
the sweat
dries

and I
shuffle
meekly
away

returning
to my weak
human
words