Been sitting with eyes closed for an <br />age now, cannot concentrate, fatigue <br />sinking into my bones and nervous <br />system, too tired to breathe, too tired <br />to think, must be penultimate fatigue <br /> <br />A snake in my stomach, ears zinging <br />too tired to offer apologies for being <br />ill, Abraham recommending imagine <br />feeling healthy, all I imagine is being <br />dead, finally laid to rest <br /> <br />Not saying anything to prevent questions <br />and comment, impossible advice how to <br />organise my life living with the allergy <br />yesterday’s seasoning and bread have <br />a terrible effect, can’t hold up my head <br /> <br />Wish some force straight from a conspi- <br />racy theory would vaporize my over- <br />zealous colleague typing madly in icy <br />accusation against my inacitivity, <br />feels like I’m turning into lead...<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-03-03-penultimate-fatigue/
