Stress related illness, mental hardship – life-battle against grain wears down resistance.

Going through the mill and getting stuck between the grindstones shatters, defeats resilience.

Time off – to heal, away from the harum and the scarum, away from rush-hassle.

Calm self-space to drift-chill away-bob in mind-meander thought-loops.

Luxuriant mind-doldrums feather deep-release easy chairs and brain-hammocks.

Peace-soaked inner-tempests calm, angst-dissipates and thoughts clear, breath flows.

Days pass – humdrum now, telly-cycles sap self-will in apathetic crap.

Energetic doom-fathoms mire-suck motivation, self-recrimination hurts.

Counter-productive self-flagellation drives further hate, inspires sigh-depression.

Explanatory reason for this lethargy doesn’t exist; beyond control, the malady controls.

Mental exhaustion is a symptom, not the condition itself nor the cause.

For the want of one hope, one quantum of energy to cause oomph-cascade do-result.

A spark, to do something – anything – no matter what, just for a laugh – who cares?

Beyond reach, beyond harness, this hope-inspiration could kindle positive consequence.

One slight nudge, one soft leg up, one encouragement, one kind word – a smile.

Catalyst, ignition source, accelerant – a chain reaction commences after slight love.

There’re sparks out there for everyone – and we can help each other find them.

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keith jeffries

Fri 10th May 2019 14:36


This poem along with others you have written explores the human psyche with a strong sense of philosophy. I believe that all good poets are also philosophers at heart. Well done and thank you


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