Fatigue

I can’t write, I feel frozen
And cold and tired
Time stands still today
To capture the passion
And the poetry and wet hair
Trying to knit poetry
In my smitten silly mind 

 As I made waves in the water
with my longing finger
I fell asleep in the tub

My note book all drenched
The writings and ink all smeared
The writers block today seem to be

borne out of fatigue
of being loved

Madly