Enervate Poem by Kenneth English
Enervate
When at times I feel the slipping
Into the sloth of despondent
Mental factors,
And fear structures
Of self doubt
An endless drone
of suffered prone
Whispers hereabout.
Through the muck always tripping
And grabbing motives to prevent
What I have caused.
Nowt is solved,
Not beckoned
And banished
From weary mind,
That's far too kind.
Instead it's set to repeating
Those messages never sent.
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