There are days when you are filled to the brim and have a zealous attitude towards life.Nothing seems to bring you down and you are willing to face any hurdle in your life head-on. And then there are days when everything seems to be sluggish and meaningless.Nothing lifts your kindred spirit and everything feels dull and seems everything around you seems to be losing color.You feel tired to the core and the day seems to be never-ending.The following poem encompasses that feeling.Let me know how you feel.
I'm dragging my feet lugging myself every day I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder and nobody seems to notice it anyway In this unending journey my feet begin to give up my legs are trembling I'm gasping for air with a raspy breath everything is just melting away I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder and nobody seems to notice it anyway My hands have a thousand cuts thousand cuts in the soul as I'm dragged along burned out to the core I' don't want to let go I don't want to be left alone I'm holding too strong blades of the reality digging in I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder and nobody seems to notice it anyway My eyelids are getting heavier and treacherous sleep is making its way I could barely see through all this fog the reality seems to be slipping away I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder and nobody seems to notice it anyway My foot is seeded with blisters and my skin is too ragged the splinters are digging in deep into my skin I'm on my last breath death is making its way I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder and nobody seems to notice it anyway My constant struggle with pain and languor is slowing me down I keep struggling with the demons of my past and future seems to be dwindling down I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder and nobody seems to notice it anyway.
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This post is in response to the daily prompt Messy
This is good. I loved it..woaah
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Thanks so much.Much appreciated
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You are welcome..:)
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You really captured this feeling well, really good poem
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Thanks so much.Yes reading it makes me feel tired.haha
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Wow, so powerful. Loved it 💕
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Thank you. I guess we all feel sometimes this way.
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I really do admire the writing style and the language used in this piece :’).
On a side note, you’re feeling alright, aren’t you?
If there’s anything you want to vent or get a load off your chest, I’d always be happy to listen.
Sending best wishes your way ❤❤
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Thanks so much for your support.. But I guess we all are on this big rollercoaster called life..some highs and some lows.
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The best poem I’ve read today!Well-expressed emotions 🙂
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Thanks for reading.Much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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You are a master story teller. The topic maybe languish but your writing is top notch. The feelings of a lost soul is very well expressed. Bravo
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Thanks Shantanu.I can’t thank you enough for all the encouragement you give every single time.Thank you so much my dear friend.
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You are most welcome Megha. The feeling is mutual and I truly enjoy your writings. Keep writing and keep shining. 🤗
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I like your words, hate the feeling. Times like this are the worst.
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Thanks so much. Yes tiredness in both body and soul is an unwanted feeling.
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You are one of finest poet in this blog. Loved it 💖
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Thanks Meenakshi. Coming from you means a lot.
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Luckily I was fairly upbeat when I started to read …. but then, I felt a sudden heaviness and now my spirit is sagging. It might be the after dinner coma or more likely the fact that I have been suggested to your fine writing, dear one. How lovely that we bounce back … with a day or two 🙂
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There are a lot of people that don’t notice, because they’re tired and feeling down, too.
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Yes, that’s true. Everybody is fighting their own fight.
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Amazing – so beautifully written.
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Intense and powerful!!!!
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Thanks Patty. Don’t we all feel like this sometimes.
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Thank you for sharing – this hit a chord with me today.
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Thanks. Much appreciated.Its end of the week too.
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You conveyed the internal decay of one’s soul graciously. When every day is a struggle, life can where you down.
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Thanks Nina for such a precious feedback. Menas a lot for me.
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
This post is in response to the daily prompt Haul
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I suffer from chronic back and knee pain due to degenerative back discs, scoliosis, and osteoarthritis in my knees. Pain medications help but they Make me tired and deplete my energy. This part of your poem hits home to all who suffer from chronic pain:
” My constant struggle with pain and languor is slowing me down I keep struggling with the demons of my past and future seems to be dwindling down”
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Oh Walt I’m so sorry that you have to bear so much of this pain…I have sciatica so I can relate to it a bit.I’m so honored that my poem spoke to you.Thanks for always appreciating my work.Means a lot.
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It’s ok. I’ve kind of gotten used to it.Thanks for caring ☺
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Megha, this was all and then some to me. I felt every word of it through my soul. You are such a gifted writer! 🙂
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Thanks, Becky, you know all your adulations means so much to me. You have been an ardent reader of poems since the beginning. I’m so happy that I can keep you around.
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Sweetie, I’m not going anywhere… I am a huge fan of yours! Congrats on hitting over a 1000 followers! I’m so proud of you!
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Awww thanks so much.Yes I feel happy about it.
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