With nothing to get me out of bed.
Rocking around inside my head.
In a sea of too much time.
With nothing to anchor my mind.
To which I can apply my hand.
That I don’t have a place to land.
By the storm raging ‘round in me.
Not knowing how long it will be.
By the waves that are not yet done.
Not being able to work is no fun.
This is my first attempt at writing a poem that rhymes. I usually write free verse.