Smothered by my heavy weighted droplets, the red line pages quivered in my presence.
I will,
I will,
I fucking will, scribbled through the damps.
My body, my soul, my motivation has been tampered with;
tampered by the heavy noise of a repeating track,
playing on my doubts and my sheer self confidence that I so lack.
I feel so down at times, steering up at the ceiling,
I reach,
I reach,
to get a hold, but it's like trying to touch a roof without a ladder, I get left in the dwelling.
I suffer in my silence and in my doubts,
stumbling over my own feet, I've tried to figure out,
why is my thoughts so energetic, overflowing with the energy that my body so desires.
Rather than pander,
I just do.
I did, I did, I fucking did.
_Shawnavan Earle
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TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
