Chapter 1 BURNOUT
I am tired
Tired of picking up roses
Even though they beautify the garden
Tired of picking up different flowers and being saddened still
The sunflower dazzles in the bright sun
I though get passed just as a shadow
The roses frangrant still
Attractive and catchy too the eye
But scars are emboided on my face whole
If I wanna give up
Am I saddened
Or depressed
If I feel like burning the garden
What remains am I
I am ill
Cant see the calmness in moonlight or sometimes see too much of the light
The storms leave me a sense of similarity
Then what am I
What do u call this element
Of I work too much but too less at the same
Regretting not the best but average
Like a curse stuck on
Going down the lane
Wrapped with mud yet standing like a rock
Heratless ?
Or like vine
Easily manipulated ?
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