Swizzle Stick

Asking for a Friend

Where has the energy gone?
My depleted batteries
barely animate me. In slomo
I prepare for the cycles
& spins of the waiting day,
oiling the sleepy machine
with a dose of caffeine
& a shock of cold water.
The unmade bed on which
my lucky cat is sleeping
mocks my clouded progress.

I slept away my allotment
of hours, so why am I
uncharged, by slumber
rumpled, slowed, unchanged?
I will shuffle through my day
but where has the energy gone?