Yawn.

The morning came and went today
Without a pleasant thing to feel or say
Right off the initial cuff
I’m annoyed by tons of stuff
I just can’t seem to get a break
The perception I have of everything
Has no sparkly surfaces, shimmering
Each task I take on
Only acts like a bomb
Exploding even the simplest of things
Frustration gets the better of me
Until I get sick of my own mentality
Can’t flush from my veins
Onrush of my own disdain
Flooding into and through my arteries

Go ahead...say somethin'!

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