A Dysfunctional Spider Web Poem, by Cheyenne Smith, at My poetic side

How many more mountains do I have to climb?

I have already climbed a portion higher than you, though I am still being left behind

I would say I have used my potential in many ways.

How much do I truly have?

My gas is running low

I have a brain like a spider web,

A dysfunctional web that has not been fusing and connecting

Instead, it is working like an overloaded computer

So little space, too much overdrive

Sand is descending inside of my egg timer, could this be a sign?

Am I low on time?

Crumbling, slipping, and tearing

This should be an awakening

Greatly overwhelmed

Wish to get the weight off my shoulders as it’s pulling me down

I am on the verge of sinking, getting tugged by some boulders

is there a chance of being on safe land if I swim?

Time to revaluate my choices, rethink the mind

Let us begin the race to the finish line

Thoughtless March 12th, 2024 17:00
It is a hard road to hoe, as we say here in the States.
Once, a philosophy professor remarked, "To eighteen, it's uphill and downhill after that." That can apply to life and love.

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