Leanna Baggan

Haiku 045/365

Fatigued and moving Slow. Brain fog has me losing Time. Am I alive?

Window’s open to The soul. Is your goal to hide? Let me see inside.

The coldness seeped through It feels like 4 degrees and I can’t warm myself.

I‘m calm, but I’m sharp —don’t react; don’t fall apart— Don’t mistake my heart.

Friday highs that don’t Last long. Anxiety runs Higher. It’s dire —(It’s strong)

Absent mindedness Clarity lacking inside Wish meds would help some.

So, your time needs to Reflect your priorities. What are you doing?

Is it depression?Is it the low dull ache of Feeling like a mess?

Shaping back your life Takes time when you wanted Death Life is in hard mode.

Pick up the pace; you’re Listening to drum and bass. Liquid gold—fine taste.