Today is one of those days.
The urge to cry sits on the surface.
I pick my sleeve at it's frays,
As I forget about my purpose.
"What are you doing?!"
My brain shouts at me.
So I stop and stare
At nothing blankly.
"How hard is it to do?!"
It's a choice I made,
Stuck in place like glue
Before my barricade.
A jail of my design,
That wants no blood but mine.
I try to realign,
Amid the words "I'm fine".
How many lines must I compose
To know that I am fixed?
Shaking from my head to my toes,
Duties to have me nixed.
At the end of the road there is responsibility,
But in the now there only lies an unresponsive me.
Jan. 24 2024 MA
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Poetry Collection of a Great MA
PoezieThese are poems I have written at the best and worst moments in life. Trigger warnings will be provided for passages with sensitive topics.
