poetry

‘Numb’

The more I postpone
the worse I feel
more bottled up
more unreal
I hate that weakness
this subjection of will
avolition of thought and desire
a stateless person in a stateless mind
can’t transcend the heaviness of my lazy being
the need of correctness
is driving me mad
the empty days are followed by nights

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