My Rant

I rant in this poem...about miseries in my life currently

Writing eludes me as sleep calls to me

Like a siren tempting me with its presence

Coming ever so often.

It would be lovely to be selfish and sleep all day

But still see my bank balance increase

Without doing the hard work.

Sigh. If only I could get that break without worrying

About what's round the corner

And what's supposed to happen next.

 

The joys of my life have now become burdens

Where once reading and writing were joys

Life this past year has made them seem like chores

And normal chores seem like bundles of work.

Sigh. If only I could get that break

But come back refreshed ready and energised.

Instead, I'm forcing myself to do smallest tasks possible.

 

At the same time I'm scared

I'm really scared for what tomorrow holds,

What next month holds,

And even what my immediate future holds

Even though I know what to expect in a couple of years -

Especially in terms of milestones.

 

Studying in Uni,

Concentrating on a specific area of business

Is super boring

Especially since I live, eat and breathe the same topic area

For a whole damn year!

I really just want to drop everything and break free.

 

But what would I do instead?

What I thought as a sort-of-dream

Seems like a drag

That makes me want to throw someone in the ocean!

How do I find my passion in all this misery?

Author's Note

Hi y'all...How are y'all? Hope life is better for you than it is for me currently