Slow...

it's not that i'm blocked

though i don't have anything particular to say

at the moment

i'm just tired

couple of long nights

back-to-back

not enough sleep

another one looming ahead of me tonight

the weight of it all holding me down

thoughts coming slow and sluggish

every yawn another pothole on the road

to creative output

sometimes i wish i was a machine

a poetry machine

that never stopped

never stopped

never stopped writing

never stopped creating

never stopped expressing

just feeling and saying and doing everything in poetry

all day

every day

never needing a moment's rest

never needing to do anything more than this

to keep my clockwork heart ticking