I'll chase back all the backlog for all the content I didn't deliver eventually for the year. That means about 12 more posts I guess. Anyways, here's one that came to mind quite recently. I wouldn't say it's any good at all but I do have to keep writing to keep in somewhat practice.
Stagnant
The days pass akin to a steady stream,
The light of day, the dark of night,
Holding on to things long past in dreams,
Lost the will to remember the days plight.
Once upon a time, there was a strong passion,
Now left with but a sense of apathy,
Plagued by a self-image of constant derision,
Yet unable to fight a sense of lethargy.
Feeling as if a candle burnt out too soon,
And plagued by a fear of failure I hoped that would never come,
Turned me into a man stuck in my cocoon,
Never realizing that what's not grasped will be gone.
At heart knowing the things done wrong,
Pride pushing away all good intent,
I hope one day this will be but a thing far gone,
Or else forever will I stay, stagnant.
