Poetry's Tale to Tell

Bleak

Feeling lazy,

Mentally going crazy,

While my eyes go hazy.

I feel anything but,

Fresh as a daisy. . . 

My work,

Does not perk.

But,

Continues to shirk.

There's more lethargy,

Then energy.

This week,

I don't feel unique.

My work feels oblique.

Next week,

I will speak.

I will have a streak,

Of being mystique.

My creativity will not creak.

But for this week,

I feel bleak.

I am long overdue on poems, so today I updated two! This poem describes me with writing this week. It can be related to any job and that's what I love. We all have weeks where we're kind of in a slump with our work, this week was my slump. I'm just hoping next week will be better. Have a good day guys, love you all! <3