PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I feel like I should be writing at the moment

Like things were meant to spill page by page

Whether the reasons stretch from trauma or otherwise

I still can't shake this sensation

Things don't flow so smoothly day by day

And complications spawn as I grow older

I'm not granted these days, I'm required

And it's not like I have any choice

Conclusions are drawn by the thousands

And no one seems able to provide an answer

When there's so many goals forced down my throat

It's no longer aspiration, it's a threat

And I can't help but think that I can't redeem myself

It's less than a decade now

One more day of classes that I'll forget by tomorrow

I'm not the only one and I'm nothing close to unique

I'm nobody special and was always told otherwise

So by this time next year

I'll either be dead, or entirely different

And now that I don't feel like drawing

Now that I don't feel like talking or laughing

Now that I don't feel like sketching or designing

And now that I don't feel like faking respect or joy

I just feel like taking another nap,

and sleeping off the rest of the year.