The In-betweens
Afternoons are when
The excruciating dullness begins
I’m calling them now
The “in-betweens”
When it hits I simply cannot
Do anything
No not a thing
Not one bloody thing!
I can’t read
I can’t type
I can’t talk
I can’t text
I can’t watch
I can’t nap
I can’t even think.
No, I simply cannot
Do a single thing
And if it’s humid
It’s even worse
I’m like a sweaty zombie
Standing next to a flaming hearth
My mind’s as blurry as the London fog
Hazy and dull like an injured dog
Nothing to do but lie down and wait
Until the afternoon’s gone and I can make
Myself get up alive once again
Cos the evening’s here
And everyone too.
My family’s returned
All’s right with the world.
But for now, I’m in
The “in-betweens”
