Missed the deadline
To submit poems
To one of my favorite books...
Lost my drive for poems
Because I am caught in the gears
Grinding against medal
I have a lot to say
Eh... I'm to worried to say it
To tired to push through articulation.
The poems come like fleeting thoughts
With no time to focus on them
Nor jot them down in the moment.
Just small snippits for me
I suppose
Jumbled attempts at explaination.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
Missed the deadline
To submit poems
To one of my favorite books...
Lost my drive for poems
Because I am caught in the gears
Grinding against medal
I have a lot to say
Eh... I'm to worried to say it
To tired to push through articulation.
The poems come like fleeting thoughts
With no time to focus on them
Nor jot them down in the moment.
Just small snippits for me
I suppose
Jumbled attempts at explaination.
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