I had (still do) a headache that refused to be deterred, and not only made it impossible to stay in class, made me feel all funny. I was seriously nutso for a while there... and being nutso made me slightly depressed.
Combined that with reading Slammed by Colleen Hoover and it makes for a poem writing mood. I like how it came out.
The Finish Line
I want to crawl into myself,
and never go [out] again.Life is tough when you can’t /pass/
the expectations you
put
on
yourself
Nothing I do turns [out]
right,
all around
I run and I run and I run
In a
(circle)
Right back to where I began.
It seems I’m |>stuck<|
in this
Never ending (cycle)
With beginnings and middle but no end.
And no matter how far I think
I have gone,
It’s the
start
I
see
at
the
end.
_____________________
What do you think? I'd love to hear your opinion ;)
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