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.
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.
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts.
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake.
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips.
Watching an online tour seemed just
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust.
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.