Words by: Saanvi Gutta, Grade 9

Withered and wilted, I awoke from a dream.
Lethargy in my head, right at the seam.
Dragging my limbs across the floor,
Simply because, and nothing more.

Waited impatiently for night to fall,
But I laid awake with no sleep at all.
Couldn’t think of things to pass the time,
But thought of a poem with a rhyme.

I saw thousands of colors today,
Though all of them were shades of gray.
I talked to my shadow for a bit,
But she disappeared when I tried to sit.

I sat down to eat delicious food,
But I couldn’t eat because of the mood.
As my day kept getting “better”
The weather outside kept getting wetter.
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My day’s luck was pushed astray
When karma decided to come over to play.
I had no reason to lock my door,
So karma came in and muddied my floor.

Karma made a mess and left me to clean,
But I was too sloth to clean a thing.
The day was passing too slow for me,
I wanted a drink so I made some tea.
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But it was steaming so I left it to cool,
Went to the garage to grab a tool.
But when I came back the tea was too cold,
And I was too lazy like I had told.
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So I abandoned the cup to fix the drain,
Since it flooded because of the rain.
But I wasn’t motivated to see it through,
So I left it behind as something to do.

My day carried on, like before,
I sat on my couch and watched some more.
At last, blissful night had fallen,
So I went to bed feeling sullen.

Under the covers, home in the dark,
Another day had made its mark.
I laid awake for hours that night,
But I felt too tired to end with a rhyme.