Irresponsible Or Simply Vincible
In total confusion,
On the verge of forfeiting,
Depending on self-persuasion,
That there's hope in succeeding,
Yet time has caught up with me,
I'm on my sixth piping-hot cup,
As I gurgle another sip of this blistering tea,
In hopes the scalding pain will keep me up,
I've forgotten how it feels to be free,
Almost soothing aroma of mint-jasmine spice,
Distracts me from focusing on the now stacked-up task,
Not having listened to the given advice,
Trapped in a cocoon-study-state with no-one to ask,
Refraining from closing m'eye-lids all night,
The morning alarm wakes me up in a fright,
With the tick of the clock dawning anxiety,
I clumsily stumble to my feet and face reality,
Trying to link, random-lingering-information,
with this dumb-found-zombie-like brain,
I dread the inevitable confrontation,
Oddly feeling comfort in the swaying of the train,
I gawk at the strangers hustling in, all prepared for the day ahead,
Becoming aware of my pungent morning breath, I wish I'd simply stayed in bed.
Copyright © Maria Kyriacou | Year Posted 2016
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