Poem: Surviving the Mental Haze of Life

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awash in 
numbness 
I see life 
through a 
fuzzy lens 
push through 
fatigue 
and a sense 
of helplessness 
that threatens 
to overwhelm 
my mind
swim in
molasses
I need to plan
every move
to conserve
energy to think
and decide
what what
is more important
but at the 
end of the day
I have nothing left.

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