By Nia Lloyd Williams My energy is low I have no get up and go Any that I've had Has gone and that is bad My energy wanes Each muscle complains My head is fuzzy I feel quite scuzzy Tired and low My mind is slow Exhaustion is king I'm…
By Nia Lloyd Williams My senses bristle; I feel quite sick I know that you think I'm thick My intuition screams: don't get near It tells me all I need to hear You walk the walk and talk the talk It's so strange that I want to balk Run away somewhere…