This is my third poem… Actually this points towards the general feelings when you don’t find to finish the task which you’re up to… Important undone tasks make us feel so stupid and Lame, so I’ve started it with the word LAME that points towards myself!
Limit of Lameness is crossing its line
Pulsating hard as ditching my mind
Self-will is over, Will it ever get refined?
Undefined plunging ambitions make me blind.
All planned undertakings terminating undone
Wrecking contrived perspective, resulting none
It happens to be never-never land to me;
But no, it’s true with complete lacking of fun.
Once my aspires were likewise elated to attain;
Instantly bantam ones feel deep indeed.
And when I pay a diminutive global vision;
Leftover intensity as well seems to leave.
Overwhelming fatigue has seized the soul
Shrewd spirit can’t even mount the knoll
Distraction and frustration obstruct things done
Being spellbound never assisted anyone…
Why this does seems to itch my soul?
Why can’t I be able to achieve the goal?
Why Life’s so hard to know?
Why I never know their answers before they grow?
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