Drained

English sonnet uninspired by 13 days of work and ten work or personal "creative" projects.

I rise and go with unhurried steps
Tempered the mind against depth
All runs shallow over tired matters
Tweezing up energy in slim tatters

Straighten the synapses try to fire
Long lines of hours siphon desire
A glimmer in weeks past burned high
A weak ember now pressed to try

Overuse and undercharged driven on
Pride and presumption barely gone
Demand the most without sane sparing
Compelled to jump past trialed daring

When rejoined with life in paints water wet
The river will meet ocean in dreams kept