I seem to be falling apart again.
It took me eons to wake up, longer to rise
Rendered supinely submissive by a force unseen.
I couldn't give myself definiteion
Having been drained of the dirty bathwater I call my soul
Sometime during the night.
It's not like this feeling is alien;
Having been subject to this purgation more than once,
I'm quite familiar with its effects.
It's just so damned inconvenient.
Simple tasks--eating, bathing, speaking,
Seem to require monumental effort.
The energy, the muscle control, required to smile
Has been siphoned right out of me,
Leaving the dullest and most lifeless of visages in its wake.
I'd l