I can't breathe most days
too focused on the woulda, coulda, shoulda.
I've fallen so far behind I feel no hope
I know I have a future it just feels...
out of reach
impossible
almost silly like
I try to take breaks, even a day off once
I only fell further behind.
It's never enough, I'm enough
but the amount of time I have isn't.
The clock is crushing me
Each tick swells my eyes with tears
I wish for the Sun and Earth to stop this endless cycle.
I wish to travel back in time and rid the world of time.
No more sun dials, deadlines, and due dates.
"I'll get it done, I promise."
"I have time tonight to do it."
I'm only lying to myself and others.
I don't wish to,
only to please and be enough.
If only I could breathe
and ignore the woulda, coulda, shoulda.
Alas, my lungs have no time to breathe.
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Author:
Li-Hughes (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2022 00:09
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
really expressive
and I genuinely think many
would relate, to the exasperation
and stifling conditions
your poetry is voicing
as that reality, we experience
at times
in our day to day, of life..
thanks for sharing!
(but then, those same - many
find a way to 'fight on'
like you're doing by utilising your poetry
to lighten your load
or at least express and confront your burdensome feelings...
keep writing and questing
for your life's, very own
'light breeze' of breath..)
Thank you! I really appreciate it!
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