A Frustrating Search
Wrote this today, probably not great or good.
So here I sit.
a box in front of me.
all the information I could ever need
right in my lap.
Page after page, search after search,
What is wrong with me?
How often do I stray
to waste time on something so silly?
How easily distracted I am.
What is wrong with me?
Pens run out, pages fill this binder.
how much more must I learn?
How much farther must I dig
to figure out what's wrong with me?
My head hurts from this.
I can't take one more sentence.
The wheels in my head are burnt out
and still no clear idea
What the fuck is wrong with me.
Battery just died.
I close the lid and stare.
Watch the ceiling fan spin.
How much time did I just waste
searching for an answer that maybe I can't find.
Or maybe, it's far too simple to be seen.
Maybe nothing is wrong with me.
About the Creator
Shane Kindrew
Uhm, I don't really have any solid plan for this yet. Hi, I'm Shane. Read my stuff. or don't. I can't make you. ^^
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.