Thursday, 31 August 2017

Impatient.

I'm not sure how I am.
I'm not sure what it means.
I don't want to over react,
But what if all's not what it seems.
I know I'm not myself,
But I'm not completely ill.
I am moving through each day,
But I more often need some still.
I need to not be standing,
I need to rest my head.
I am impatiently waiting for an indicator.
I do not want to end up dead.

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