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…