Poem: The Path – 23/04/20

Weariness, Weariness, rests upon my head, where cobwebs and stilted cogs lay well rested in their beds, the machinery’s movements have ceased, Weariness allows me to take that break, but behind the scenes I’m still ruminating, I simply disguise it from him.   Aptitude, Aptitude, once carefully measured with closely observed time, makes me wonder [...]