Weary and sleepy mind
Always wandering through the darkest cobwebs
Who's ever going to fix me
definitely not my dreary mindset
struggling in working hours
grieving the absence of power
trying to enjoy the so called “everything shower”
however its weird to miss the excellence tower.
I miss the days filled with yellow warmth
Wet hair, crop top and non stop thoughts
Is it normal? Is it valid? Is my mind too solid?
Too late now my reputation is tarnished.
It doesn’t end with good endings every time.
I've been charged guilty of my crime.
Not everything has to rhyme.
My perfectionism isn’t at its prime.
I try to fit somewhere these days,
Knowing I don’t belong anywhere.
The cage is open, but there is no tree to go.
Sky is the limit they say
But what if I wanna be caged all day?
Sun is what all I need
But what if he makes me bleed
Drained with this unfathomable greed
Lord, please save me or else I will feed.
This is my desperate plea.
To anybody who is listening.
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Author:
mirrorball (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2024 14:37
- Comment from author about the poem: trying to be consistent with writing.
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Comments2
Fabulous. 🌹
thankyou so much 🥰
Respect, great write
thankyou so much❤️
Your welcome 🙂
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