Un-Motivated
Moving hands from one-hour-two
Past 7 in the evening, as time
Speedily flies, so does my joy,
The smile that I once had quickly
Passes with the days...
Is it possible to have peace
When it seems that life
Literally will not leave you alone?
Every inch of my body aches as
I age within this knight's shell,
Shield me from the decaying sores
That fester inside my heart,
Is it to exceed the limitations
Of rationalism's front door?
Emotions are much stronger
Than the chemical compositions
Of this body- Do not tell me that
My crushed spirit is a result of
Some hormonal-imperfection or PMS...
No science on earth can explain
This pressure inside my breasts.
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't rest,
Can't move from my space
Until Someone Calls my Name,
Hope, Hope, Where are You when
I need You the most?
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