Thirty minutes of waiting can turn into thirty minutes of creating. Enjoy these poems from that creative waiting:
#1:
My lack of focus
Mysterious daily tug
Why can’t I begin?
Is it depression?
The grasp of grief and sadness?
Or something different?
Am I exhausted?
The mental anguish of work
Drowning willpower?
My ADHD?
Look over there a squirrel!
What was I doing?
#2:
The teenager’s brain
A mysterious blank hole
Anybody home?
#3:
Laying in the ground
It cannot be comfortable
Teens are aliens. 👽
