The sky pours
my anxiety sours
I have so many chores
left to do in my writing course.
my anxiety sours
I have so many chores
left to do in my writing course.
Like I am on the deadline
Hoping everything will be fine
the mind has become a landmine
the oasis of ideas is hit by a famine.
I have a small coffee sachet
to kill my sleep like a machete
as my thoughts burn like an omelet
as the clock plays a Russian roulette.
to kill my sleep like a machete
as my thoughts burn like an omelet
as the clock plays a Russian roulette.
I had given up thrice
like a scared puny mice
made me feel not very nice
hoping the deadline adds some spice.
As my ideas go nuts
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts.
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts.
It is 3 AM and I am still awake
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake.
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake.
I slurp on my dried lips
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips.
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips.
Concentrate on my tasks, I must
Watching an online tour seemed just
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust.
Watching an online tour seemed just
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust.
I fall asleep beside my thought stream
When In my head I heard a silent scream
only to be woken up by an alarm in my dream
And my blank screen taunting me with a gleam.
When In my head I heard a silent scream
only to be woken up by an alarm in my dream
And my blank screen taunting me with a gleam.
