Happiness

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Fourteen days gone wrong:
I can't do anything correctly.
Everything is ending badly.
My hands are trembling;
My body is shaking.

Seven days asleep:
I've been incoherent,
In and out of consciousness.
My brain isn't functioning;
It just keeps spinning
Faster and faster.

Another day at school;
Half asleep,
Not interested,
Mind cloudy,
Body crumbling,
Tears falling...

Talking to them doesn't
Help anymore.
After conversing,
The weight stays
On my shoulders.
Nothing goes away,
Sometimes it even gets worse.

Then, one spurt of happiness;
A single ounce of joy.
A hug from one and
A minute conversation
Can make a huge difference.

But sadly,
That glee only lasted for a moment,
Staying awhile after we split ways,
And the drowsiness,
And all those previous feelings
Came rushing back again.

Everything fell back
Into line once more,
And the repetitiveness
Of it all became reality.

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