Desperate plea


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.

  • Author: mirrorball (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2024 14:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: trying to be consistent with writing.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Teddy.15

    Fabulous. 🌹

    • mirrorball

      thankyou so much 🥰

    • sunshine777

      Respect, great write

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