stuck

Dec 07, 2007 21:46

my fingers are itching to do
absolutely anything besides tap these keys
i'm so tired of this screen
i want some poetry
i want some room to scream
around me are the remnants
of things i've started and not finished
it's as if my life is skipping, skipping, skipping
i'm still the same old broken record, stuck
between the ends and the beginnings
and i'm tired, tired, tired of me
but my needle's needle's stuck
in the rut of bad habits i'm past due to give up

poetry

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