I’ve come to the end of my tether.
My energy levels are low.
I’m flat as a tack
Lying here on my back.
Long gone is my get up and go.
My vigour is all played out.
Both arms were drained as I typed.
I’m knackered, depleted,
My spirit defeated.
Even my bottom is wiped.
© Copyright Philip Barton, January 27th, 2026 All rights reserved
