Some Days

Some days it's hard to move

Hard to choose

Some days

It's hard to stay

Hard to go

Hard to speak a little later hard to shut up

Some are racing

Some are running in place

Many are strange

Those are Best left

not trying to figure them out

Some days the direction is

Criss crossed going all over

Until there lost

Some days the void is so stifling

With the burden to try to fill it

Some of them are a hunt to regain the passion

That resided like it did on another day

Some days are not sublime

And I guess that's fine

They say that there is no pleasure

Without the pain

I guess that's the interesting part

Some of these days are never the same..

By Allinthemind75

[MidnightBriarRose]

Very thoughtful, well written and expressed....this is a great poem! Thank you for posting! 🌹

[Hidden in reply to MidnightBriarRose]

Thank you for taking the time to read it. Glad you enjoyed it.