A Wearying and Long Journey

Minutes are hours,
Days are millennia,
Fatigue is an anchor
Chained to my libido,
Energy drains like water
Through the proverbial sieve,
All labors are Herculean
While rest is mere fiction,
Joy has left the building,
Sleep defies my authority,
Humor is lost and wandering
Like the man in the crowd,
Little pills and therapy
Give something like relief
Yet grief and sadness linger
To hinder full release,
Still the sun rises
For muster and roll call
So I stumble to a new day
To renew this journey long,
It's a wearying pilgrimage
This slow motion passage
Trudging through each day
To do it over again.

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