deepundergroundpoetry.com
Jumbled together
There is so much rolling around in this brain of mine that I can't even write.
I begain one thing and start on another.
Than the words become jumbled together.
I have this urge to write.
But the words that flow just aren't right.
It goes from happy to moody.
Could be that I have become gloomy.
Or is it the mental and physical work.
I have become so wore out.
I just want to sleep.
But I have to work.
Or could it be that on work and school.
I have the pressure of my future ahead.
Or am i just worried about my health.
Seems to me I have so much going on.
But wouldn't a day off be very nice.
7 days.
All day.
Work and school, school and work.
So I feel a little blocked with these words and phrases jumbled together.
I guess its time to make it through this crazy weather.
I'm awake yet tired.
I'll write when I'm ready
I begain one thing and start on another.
Than the words become jumbled together.
I have this urge to write.
But the words that flow just aren't right.
It goes from happy to moody.
Could be that I have become gloomy.
Or is it the mental and physical work.
I have become so wore out.
I just want to sleep.
But I have to work.
Or could it be that on work and school.
I have the pressure of my future ahead.
Or am i just worried about my health.
Seems to me I have so much going on.
But wouldn't a day off be very nice.
7 days.
All day.
Work and school, school and work.
So I feel a little blocked with these words and phrases jumbled together.
I guess its time to make it through this crazy weather.
I'm awake yet tired.
I'll write when I'm ready
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 600
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept comments.