No Motivation

I have no motivation.

I can feel your frustration

rattling the cage around me.

So loud and intrusive.

 

And I stand there,

trapped,

frozen,

no way to escape.

 

Forgive me, forget me, leave me.

It’s the only way to be free of me,

to shake off those unwanted memories

and return to normalcy.

 

I couldn’t go back with you,

even if I tried.

I’ve imprisoned myself here so long,

I think I’ve died. 

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

This could have been common and generic. It's not. At All. Really. It's marvelous as prose even, with an expansion. Lack of drive and self-imprisonment are very clear as recurring motifs and you've delivered, again!