I am tired
Most days I lack motivation
Rarely inspired
Thats a death sentence for self preservation
Self medication
Ler her take over my day
And allow for relaxation
But I spot reality along the way
And the way I feel is weird
Because my emotions are just that way
I sit impatiently hours away
Wasting away my days
The check that I’m paid
Is used to see you
Used to see you on the daily
But sometimes I feel we have strayed
I’ll see you soon
Maybe
Poetry 