ScrollingA Poem by PlantGluerI wrote this last night, and it's literally the first poem I've ever written.
Wake up, Still tired, Immediately fighting the thoughts.
Ask myself, what's the point? I want to wake up but then what do I do? Close my eyes and my thoughts consume me. An hour passes, I've surrendered my mind to myself. It's 1pm and time to get up. My stomach growling but the parents are outside. I wish to eat but is it worth it? Is it worth going out there and fighting between "Good morning" "Hello" and "Good afternoon"? Nah, I'll wait. I sit down at my desk, turn on the internet and scroll, scroll, scroll. I want to stop, I want to help, I want to clean my own damn room. But then I ask myself, what's the point? It's 3pm and my suppressed hunger has come back. But this lack of energy is still running through my veins. Maybe if I shower, it'll wake me up? Maybe if I splash water in my eyes, I'll be able to fully hold them open. I want to drink Coffee, but what's the point? I know if I brew myself a pot, it'll only be a waste. I know that once the caffeine is running through my brain. I'll do two things; Cook myself some eggs and scroll scroll scroll.
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StatsAuthorPlantGluerEnglewood, FLAboutI'm Cody, I just started writing. Honesty and fixing this broken world are my two priorities when it comes to poetry. more..Writing
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