This is how I feel most of the time. I struggle to get going and at the same time trying to tell people what is going on, but I feel that I speaking in a different language and being misunderstood most of the time. Never really going forward, but not stopping completely either. I have no controll over time.
Morning again and the sun is shining.
The air is getting warmer because spring is coming,
But why do I feel like doing nothing?
I’m awake, yet my body tells me to sleep.
I feel there is no use to finish the promises that I promise to keep.
It will be the same old thing; my soul tells me way down deep.
I struggled to move and start the day anyway.
I took hours of thought to just move one thing one way.
I get angry at myself, for me moving in the slowest way.
Overloaded with emotions, while time seems to pass me by,
I get even angrier, for I feel I’m wasting the time by.
“How can I catch up with the rest of the world,” I say with a sigh.
The day is almost gone and I really haven’t done a thing today.
I hate myself for not being able to do normal things in a way.
I feel I’m stuck in slow motion, while things zoom by my way.
By the time I get myself going, it is already night fall.
I wish I could stop time so I can get things done, and off to a good roll,
But time can’t be stop, so I just keep with my steady pace stroll.
I feel I’m falling further behind in everything that I do.
The more I feel this way, the more I feel blue.
I feel I’m going backwards and failing like a fool.
I feel like a scratched up CD repeating the same words.
Not going forward, letting all the words be heard.
I’m stuck in slow motion and being misunderstood.
You come at me anger, for I didn’t finish the list of chores.
You beat me with more ugly words to endure.
You make me wish that I should have stayed in bed for sure.
I climb back to bed, crying and being very sleepy.
At least now, my sweet dreams can make me happy.
I’m finally at a state where I’m worry some free.
I know this is wrong to embrace this slumber land.
It is the only place that I feel safe and happy with what I can.
It seems like it is the only place I can do right and well by man.
You tell me to seek help and do something for me.
You yell and scream at me like I do have the ability.
Can’t you see that I am trying, but sleep has become my sanctuary?
I’m at the point I care about nothing at all.
Not myself, not you, not anybody at all.
I know I’m failing and heading for a big fall.
I also realize that there is no one to catch me.
It is up to me to really set myself free.
I have to find a way on my own to make myself happy.
Oh! I wish time would stop for the moment.
Let me figure out how to get out of this torment.
I can’t seem to find these answers to this assignment.
Time moves on and doesn’t stop for me.
I continue to find the strength each day to make me happy.
I slowly try to do the best as I can each day and just see.
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