Thursday, December 06, 2012

This thing called inertia

It's here. Been sitting heavy, chewing steady, all this while.
Bored, beady eyes and a slouch that the best doctor can't fix.
A deep yawn, slow thoughtless words.
The head throbs while introspection lies in the coffin.

Finally it gets to its feet. Aaah! Refreshing action!
Only to slump back into the creaking chair.
Breathes like lead, snores like a traffic jam.
This thing called inertia will be the end of me.