Meltdown

I should have seen it coming. The signs were already there.
As the temperatures kept rising, I found myself drawn more and more drained by the lethargy.

I became a sloth..slow in my movements.
But the brain gets dulled too.
I need to apologise to those whose commitments I could not keep, and horrors, I even got my dates wrong.

What happens when the flame dies out?
What happens when the well runs dry?
What happens when the spirit loses its drive?

I hate feeling this way.
I need to get out.
But how?