Poetry

It slows to a crawl

When you are bored.

It goes so fast

When the video game

Refuses to let you go.

Momentary distraction.

Uncertain thoughts.

Found the inevitable.

Justice is forgotten.

Banned for a week.

Tomorrow night

due for another round.

One crisis

after another.

What do i do

when there are no crisis’s

to solve

or manage?

Can I truly relax

while I wait for the next one?

Or am I making some

because that is what I am used to?

Without context

it would mean goodbye for many.

Today, it means

I a simply tired.

Too exhausted to care.

All I want to do is crawl under the blankets

and read or scroll.

In that way, it has won.

Though, I suppose I could call it self care?

Sun shines

Through the rain.

Birds chirp

And flock to the feeder.

My brain

Sluggishly comprehends this.

Sleep is what I desire.

My cat demands otherwise.

Simple task.

Done right away.

Easy.

Yet,

when you ask someone else

it drags on forever.

Even if there is a delicate time deadline!

When all you want to do

Is browse peacefully

You are targeted

With intrusive questions

Annoyance sets in

Your browsing loses your interest

Nothing significant was done.

Survival was accomplished.

Thoughts were few.

Desire negligible.

Companionship found.

The purrs content me.

Practice one thing.

Every time

it gets easier.

It does not have to be perfect.

If you can, enjoy it.

Let the moment take you.

If you name it,

It will be yours!

Head hurts

thinking about

all the rules.

Figuring out

the puzzles.

Rest seems

like a good idea.