My mind is a mess.
A cacophony of chaos,
of thought and sound.
It is hard to stay atop one idea
as my train of thought
is tossed and turned around.
My work inconsistent,
my motivation worn thin.
It is hard to get started
when you know you won't win.
The trouble is here,
in my poetry found.
As for around it my thoughts
have become wrapped and wound.
See it's easy to get lost
in a landslide of snow,
when your mountains foundation
has started to go.
You clutch to the nearest tree,
a place of comfort and joy
in a sea of uncertainty.
You see that is what its like
to be in my mind,
when I have piles of work
because I've fallen behind.
So next time I'm afraid
and overwhelmed,
Please try to be kind.
Because...
how would you have felt?
-Oliver
5/21
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Vent Poetry
PoetryJust some depressed(not all are) poetry that I wrote, some recent some not, but there isn't a lot, I probably wont update this a lot bcs I only write poetry when I have a breakdown and that's like once or twice a year, but enjoy!
