A little like poetry

day 6 of pointlessness

because i'm holding on and waiting
my time will soon be up
these two weeks are draining
i feel like i'm losing blood

i'm waking up to sit here
sit here and just write
i'm bored out of my eyeballs
so my imagination takes flight

i'm talking to the dustbin
though he always ignores me
the potted plants start laughing
and my table likes to speak

i'm losing it, i know i am
my brain cells dying away
my head aches like crazy
as i struggle with what to say

but i'm holding on and lasting
because this will soon be no more
i'm breathing hard and fighting
because soon it'll be all gone

(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 2:26:00 AM