Work to Get There

Fri, 02/13/2015 - 05:05 -- perkdul

My fingers are so tainted

Stained

Various colors, never shiny

Always cracked

 

These fingers will never be clean

Wonder if the food is tainted

They say there is led in the paint

 

The lines aren’t straight

They never are

Brushes can only do so much

Twelve projects due in four months

Sounds easy

 

The black line flickers

Telling me to hurry up

It’s waiting to hear a story

 

An hour, an hour

Day after day

I’ll never finish this work

 

Essays

With words that have no meaning

They need value

That only someone else can give

 

These bags are darkening

These lines are getting deeper

 

Awake

I am night owl

But the morning is dark and cold

 

The clock is signaling

Another day is starting

Mine hasn't ended

 

A day in the past

Legs ached

Head was dizzy ‘

Back and forth

Only trying to help

 

Everything that came in, came out

Laying on the floor

The bucket is cool on my forehead

Learning about labor unions

I need one

 

In the present

Two projects, one day

Corrections

Vocab words

Cram the government in my head

Wonder if that powerpoint is good enough

 

The judiciary branch

Just had a debate

Yesterday?

Coating my brain with words that seem meaningless without the law

 

Might be too busy

Or just distracted with my imagination

Receitate words

Sometimes they flow

Other times they stumble

 

The dog on the coach

Taunting me

Her eyes can close when they want

No obligations

Just a cute blank stare and need to be taken care of

 

She wants the dishes washed

The clothes neatly folded

A clean house

And the papers never to be spread out on the floor

 

Those lyrics i can quote with flow from my lips

Only distract

But they are so comforting

 

Flawless

I am working my way to a higher education

 



 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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