#35 of 365 – “fabric”

“fabric”

 

I did nothing today,

forgot everything,

and I’m on the verge

of tears,

my inability

to get things done sometimes

makes it difficult

to persevere.

 

it takes so little

to rip the fabric

of my esteem

into bits,

my own lethargy,

the culprit

to shredding up

my wits.

 

I feel inept

when I am not someone

on whom

you can depend,

and disappointed

when I can’t complete

the simple tasks

that I intend.

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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