Perfect Days Poem by Laura arwen

Perfect Days



I think the
perfect days don't
exist
I don't plan
anymore to have
a perfect and
marvelous day of
laziness
It's really hard
to create good
plans to entertain
myself during the
day
I think there
will be no
better days
My days are
so monotonous that
I can't modify
them
In some days
I have many
dark and terrible
thoughts
I'm very exhausted
of my daily
mental battles
They are impossible
to have
My perfect day
is being operational
with different things
We have to
redefine our priorities
and our days
They are only
a fanciful version
of reality
I'm not used
to have always
perfect days
For me every
single day is
the same
I'm not sure
to want them
because it seems
they blind me
to live a
good life

Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: days
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