The Discus - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

The lazy man's mantra: 'I can...but I won't

POEM 109: THE DISCUSS

Pessimist:

I love being tortured,

I love the anguish.

I know no pains...

I love hate but I'm peaceful.

Voice of Reason:

Beginnings are always scary

Blurry, unknown and atimes funny.

Endings are usually sad,

but it's the middle that counts.

Pessimist:

I know, epic lines...

I hate this depression;

But the future ahead give me concern,

For a reason I really can't discern,

A fear resides in me. I don't understand;

They make me sick, your punchlines!

Voice of Reason:

You just have to give hope

a chance to float up.

Listen silently, your inner echo

Man up!

Pull your tired frame up!

Pessimist:

But I love the anguish,

look, the showers of sympathy

everyone seem to love me.

This pity party I can't relinquish

for illusions I can't even see.

Voice of Reason:

You just have to give hope

a chance to float up...

you're sinking in a sea of guilt.

Pessimist:

I love this mud,

it's cool.

I'm making progress

Voice of Reason:

You're matching on the spot.

You just have to give hope

a chance to float up.

Pessimist:

I can...but I won't...

I will...try

but only when the fountain of sympathy runs dry.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

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#Pengician

#SSA

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