Like Pulling Teeth

Sometimes The Tank Is On Empty

Energy level low Perhaps biorhythms to blame Makes as much sense as anything else for my condition

Mid-winter blues Something to that as well Bitter cold Then warm for two days Snow then rain then ice Cycle repeats

Putin doing his macho jingoist thing The Olympics hold no interest My favorite professional sports team going nowhere this year Some tease at success But they eventually sink to their natural level of mediocrity Even the university sports teams at my alma mater Are approaching performance lows

Books major support over the years Even they don’t hold the same appeal Hundreds of television channels Streaming services for every taste All seem blah to me Source of momentary diversion at best

Writing on Medium is akin to tedium False start one after another Stillbirths and deservedly so Feels like just going through the motions The passion is lacking The verses reflect the same No emotion comes through

Some might say in a similar fugue state That their muse has abandoned them for the nonce However, my muse is my everyday life And it is stressed and dry these days Change may take a while

As for reading others on Medium That is impacted also The smiles are rare Too much erudition without an ostensible purpose Rhyming seemingly for its own sake Or to suit some god of structure There are blessed exceptions And for those, I am profoundly grateful They offer glimmers of hope

Oh it is time to stop this bout of self-pity It has turned into a lamentable lament Many people have serious problems Struggling simply to survive and provide food and shelter to their families Whereas if I never write another piece That would be no tragedy A waste perhaps but without existential significance

So I’ll stop here Oh my I just realized This piece is not much But I least I finished it There might be hope after all The next one might actually be something worthwhile Until then