Last Sunday

Last Sunday I had 1001 things to do, but I just couldnt get up and do them. I had no motivation, energy, stimulas, nothing :o(
I also took on board some critisism about not having to make every poem rhyme so hopefully this came out ok.. First attempt guys so be gentle :o)


Sitting Exhausted
Shackled In Chains,
Desperate,
Hopeless,
Hooks Covering My Restraint Body,
Trying So Hard To Break Free..
Every Day Chores Seem Like A Mountain Climb,
Molten Steel Running Through My Body
However Hard I Try To Move
A Force Steam Rolls My Soul
It Won’t Let Me Get Up,
It Won’t Let Me Go
 
Every Day I Tell Myself
I Want To Be Someone,
Rich,
Powerful,
I Just Want To Be Someone,
I Want To Make People Proud,
I WANT TO SCREAM IT OUT LOUD!
I Want People To Know,
I’m Trying So Hard,
Trying My Best,
Trying To Stand Out From The Rest..
 
But The Chains Are So Heavy,
I Just Cannot Move,
I Just Cannot Stand..
I Pick Up My Arm And Hold Out My Hand..
“Please Help Me”,
“Please Release Me”,
“Help Me Break Free”,
“Help Me Be The Person I‘m Dying To Be”..
But It’s No Use,
My Plea Falls On Deaf Ears,
No One Can Help,
No One Can See,
I’m Just Trying To Be The Person I Used To Be..
 
You Look At Me Like A Lazy Bum,
A Slothful Good For Nothing Slouch..
You Have No Idea How Hard I’m Trying,
How Hard It Is To Get Up,
I Don’t Know What To Do,
I Don’t Know How To Cope,
I’m Trying Not To Crack And Crumble
But All I’ve Got Is Hope..