Paralysis

About my inability to choose something to do in my free time.

Days spent

 

pining for freedom.

 

Now it’s here

 

I still can’t feel it.

 

Every choice

 

a sacrifice

 

of another.

 

Hours lost

 

on nothing.

 

Night falls

 

all the same.

Author's Note

I'm brand new to poetry, so give me all the critiques you've got