A shift can be
physical or mental
both create a lull.
Subject to one such
I turn inactive
do not try.
The period, a fortnight
makes me lose cheer.
I abstain from matters dear.
Away from the bustle,
confined to specifics
am more of a relic.
Unable to renounce
I return to the original.
Alas! now in centre of a trial.
Meenas Poems 
2 replies on “A Shift”
Lovely write
Thanks.