Trudging the road
with heavy feelings,
like I am a pocketful
of tarnished golden shillings.
Dragging feet
through soaking
pavement; walking,
lured by the lark's
shrilly singing.
Twenty-one years
of overexaggerated living,
I was promised of a life
halfway fulfilled,
only to find at almost twenty-two,
to believe in people's wholehearted joking.
Spending the majority of
my life then, just daydreaming
of how things could be
if only I had stopped believing.
Yet here I am,
a pocketful of useless learning,
but I don't know how long this would last
until I stretch my fabric; thinning,
only to shred it apart; bit by bit, tearing.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
Trudging the road
with heavy feelings,
like I am a pocketful
of tarnished golden shillings.
Dragging feet
through soaking
pavement; walking,
lured by the lark's
shrilly singing.
Twenty-one years
of overexaggerated living,
I was promised of a life
halfway fulfilled,
only to find at almost twenty-two,
to believe in people's wholehearted joking.
Spending the majority of
my life then, just daydreaming
of how things could be
if only I had stopped believing.
Yet here I am,
a pocketful of useless learning,
but I don't know how long this would last
until I stretch my fabric; thinning,
only to shred it apart; bit by bit, tearing.
I blame this on my maladaptive daydreaming.
