To Be Here Poem by Margaret Alice Second

An article about health benefits of
honey and cinnamon, immediately
bought some, made a tea of warm
water and honey, tasted heavenly,
only now I'm too sleepy

To research obscure terms, not a
single word makes sense, too much
honey obliviously is not good, where
only a half tablespoon of honey in a
glass is recommend

I added more than double that amount
to my tea and now I can't see, dark spots
in front of my eyes, conscience turned off
so I only sit and read uncomprehendingly
staring desolately

After studying my text I still have no clue
what the complainant means and time has
stopped, I am caught in an eternal moment
of inefficient fatigue - instead of being more
alert and flexible as promised

I'm totally somnambulant, it is all I can do
to be here, nothing can be produced - the
spirit is willing but the body and mind have
already resigned, I can only offer my token
presence to officialdom