That sound of the clock
has been bothering me lately.
I'm cool on the surface
On inside? I'm restless.
This time seems to slip by.
I'm still stuck. O God why!
This slump I've been ignoring,
has made stuff so boring.
I'm stuck in this torrent.
I'm gasping. I'm struggling.
Every night's more troubling,
than last one with no sleep.
Or is it all, just a bad dream?
From which I've to wake up.
Pinch myself or break stuff?
Ouch! It's all real.
My passion! That zeal!
Have I just lost them?
What is it, that I've become?
Nothingness has made me numb.
But I've to remember,
that tiniest of ember
Can enkindle a fire.
I can again aspire
for greatness and perfection.
Once more, I'll live a, life with direction.
I just have to find that dying ember,
Of hope , life and passion.
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