These problems of late,
seem to be getting the best of me,
my mind is so exhausted
I'm not sure it'll catch up with the rest of me,
at times I feel like
I'm buried in quick-sand,
even my bad days seem
like extended weekends,
when I try to be rational,
some people seem to get mad at me,
so I have to get lost sometimes
just to maintain my sanity,
my disappearing helps for a moment
but then reality kicks in,
I know when I wake up in the morning
I'm faced with problems again.
Bad days are compared to Extended week ends! I love this comparison.The poem is beautifully written.
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Bad days are compared to Extended week ends! I love this comparison.The poem is beautifully written.