Monday, September 26, 2022


Piles of books lie

where the mountain of 

responsibility hides. I am lost

in the depths of my 

unwillingness to fulfil the desires of 

others. One in which I have grown 

to accept as my own.

The anxiety cripples my will

to fulfill, to change,

to finish what I started.

My priorities lie where they should

not, but my heart cannot decide 

what they are. Something I must learn

to understand.

I am so close to completion, but I 

have not begun just yet. Something

begs me to at least try,

but another doesn't understand why

I would care to in the first place.

It is here that I have discovered,

I gave up long ago. 

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