Spring + Winter = Springter

Let Me Rest


I must confess,

Today I am a mess…

and yesterday,

the day before too.


I can’t seem to remember. 

How to ‘perform,

Nor do I desire to.

Slumber left, no goodbye. 


I’m caught you see,

In Springter…

I cannot decide,

to fight or concede.


Void of fear and tear,

No laughter here.

Do I be still and hide?

Do I forage until I claim sight?


This is no game for me,

I am still but I do exist…

I fight to feel,

I perform and I appeal.