Head dunked in slime,
suffocating thoughts and burning eyes.
Why is it so hard to find the grain of courage and dedication in the bouts
Full of discouragement, languor and sleep.
Brows frown at the thought of
Acknowledgement not being
enough to be Productive yet.
Too frustrated to even think about it now dozing off is a mirage , a commendable escape.
this quicksand that
I've crafted overtime,
Swirls something within me that makes my head hurt , feels like the bundles of pages fell all over me.
like I can't run away and
Somehow is always there to pull me in.
My bed , a devil comfort, has chained me up.
This energy and aura of night constant,
Paints my days as nights too.
This is a search for motivation,
Found outside is a fragile bubble,
inside is no less than a trouble.
Perilous to find ,
expensive to be kept alive.
But when matured, is almost impossible to just be swept by.
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poems of distress
Poesiawrote down how I felt at times. not beautiful to read but have deep feelings and messages behind. it's my first time writing 'poems' ig , also English isn't my native language so sorry if I made mistakes, kindly correct me there. thank you for readi...
