Monday, 23 November 2015

A poem of struggle in youth.

Flow of thoughts.
Eloquence of a sentence.
Constructing ideas.
Drafting essays.
Analysing the poem.

Trying to construct ideas and arrange my flow of thoughts. Why do I have a blank mind all the time? Stuck in 3am, figuring how to arrange my thoughts and ideas into an essay.
Why cant I be like them? Lord help me. Im in deep trouble. Im in deep despair. I cant finish my essay.
My mind's a mess. I cant think. While all I can think of is the beauty and magical moments of Christmas.
My head is throbbing ; aching from thinking. Oh why do I have a blank mind all the time?
I want to escape. Escape from this torturing task of life.
I need sleep. Im sleep deprived.
They say writing is the joy of life,
but why I do I only feel lost?
Lord, save me, from this struggle.
Its ebbing me. Its eating my brain cells,my youth.
Only you,solely you, can help me.
Guide me, dont forsake me in this challenging difficulty task.
My life is yours Lord.
Listen to my prayer. Amen.











hahahahahahahahhahaha. But for real tho. Im creying. brb.