3x3 Poem

I miss sadness.

At least then

I felt… Something.

Slam Poem

Everything moves slower these days,

my bones seem more resilient

and my mind has stopped drinking

its morning coffee.

I am in slow motion

moving through the motions,

I am a tick tock

of a clock

grown redundant,

faded into the background

and barely noticed anymore.

I don't have the energy

to fight these…