11 February 2009 Bereft

Growing tired at work, sitting up straight,
fatigue makes life seem boring, takes the
enchantment out of my soul and leaves me
bereft, my eyes cannot confer magic on the
objects they see, my ears fail to discern
beauty in the music playing in my ears,
my head is heating up as toxins course
through my veins, look at magical formulae
and doubt whether they will work for me, fear
to appropriate positive messages, losing
the ability to believe positive ideas
in a growing need for sleep, to
replenish flagging energy...