Too Much Of Too Little Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

I’m really not sure what this feeling is.
It’s not apathy, there are too many emotions in play.
But too many which leave me completely numb and empty.
Every time I move, it’s a task
Every time I think, well I don’t.

In my fifteen years of experience,
I’ve felt this about half a dozen times.
It angers me.
It angers me to the point were I want to hit something.
But I can’t even lift my arm.
My energy is bled from me with each word I write.
I want to fall asleep, so I think I will.
Besides, it’s the easiest thing to do.