Lethargy
Iâm lethargic
Fatigued
Thatâs what the doctor said
Nothing more, nothing less
I tell my feet to drag further
More than they have this morning
To reflect the past week
The past month, the past year
I urge my back to shoot an ache
One that is âjust lethargyâ
Not that I want to feel it again
But so he sees the pain on my face
All that emerges is a weak croak
It always does, but is the least of my worries
All that appears from the doctor
Is a light chuckle and an eye roll
I donât quite catch a glance
Of his pen scribbling across the paper
But I do get a good view of his face
And the smirk that puts a knot in my belly
My feet drag on the way out
But this time, not trying to impress
Only showing the surface
Of the forecasted agony, expected soon
I slump to the couch
My fingers tensing up
Dropping the house keys
And hope of escaping this torment












