There aren't definite words in my head
But there never are when I write
I have an idea
An emotion
And the rest just kind of takes flight
Right now I feel grey, thick, sludgy, and slow
So I've turned to write another poem
I guess here we go...
I need a proper hobby
I need some inspiration
I need to stop waiting and search for motivation
I need to go eat
I know I've not had much
And a tiny bag of chips
Won't ease my case of munch
Yes just munch
Not munchies
Because munchies can easily be put to ease
Hence the same sound
I know what I'm talking about
Shush
This isn't even poetry anymore
It's just my thoughts
I have a journal for this I swear
But it's somewhere
*Vaguely Gestures*
It's somewhere over there
I need a proper nap, a proper meal, and proper walk
I need someone with me for once
Someone here to talk
Gosh I should get out
If only I could drive
If that toy grenade goes off again
I'm going to lose my mind
Oh my goodness
Here it comes
Click click click click click click
And off goes the bomb
Toddler here at home
Please make that racket stop
I'm tired
I'm bored
I'm hungry
My patience is all gone
I'm going to go flop onto my bed
After I make some food
And maybe I'll watch TV for once
Yes, that sounds good....
Author's Note
Yes, I've reached the epitome of awkward *boop* <insert age>
I'm just bored and I'll probably never publish this one but if I do, I guess I was feeling pretty gutsy at the time of the publishing...
Well, I'm gonna eat and take a nap... Hope y'all enjoy yourselves... Kay... um... bye!
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lost
PoetryI wonder if I wander far enough from here If I'll make it to there... Where is there? No one knows Until they get there...
