Thursday 12th March 2020
Hmong: Hnub Thursday 12 Lub Peb Hlis 2020
Bad, bad day!
Not the ailments to blame,
It was the brain I could not contain,
My logicality was just the same,
No one, but myself to blame!
Concentration went away,
In fact, I was addicted,
The end was being predicted,
I forgot things before I remembered them,
I was coughing and bringing up phlegm,
Signs of concentration, precious few, a gem,
Thoughts of giving up, I could not stem!
The mind in a tizzy and stew,
So bad, I rarely made a brew,
I think I might be getting the flu,
I pressed on, Dizzy Dennis making me feel blue,
The mind, all of a hullabaloo,
Shaking Shoulder Shirley was with me too,
I felt in another world, I can tell you!
Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing,
I felt like sobbing and wailing,
The brain was confused, unavailing,
Life was not plain sailing,
Forever pain and ailing,
Depression was prevailing,
I could do with some wassailing,
But my hopes were failing!
Will I ever again, go abseiling?
The grey-cells thoughts were tangled, here and there,
My shattered hopes, now beyond repair,
I’d almost finished updating this blog,
Believe me, it had been a hard slog!
After hours and hours, I felt all agog,
Computerising, I got the shakes,
I lost this diary, ‘For Gawd’s Sake!’
Demoralised, hit by an emotional earthquake,
How much more, can I take?