It's Friday already. <br />I've been working 10 days in a row. <br />My mind has fled me; <br />I guess it had somewhere else to go. <br /> <br />It's Friday morning, a half a hour into the day. <br />I've just deleted over 50 poems on this website. <br />Those poems were silly, not famous, and had nothing to say; <br />I feel like I'm a self-loather and someone blew out my inner light. <br /> <br />Who cares what damn day it was or is going to be. <br />I'm a loser in every moon ray, starlight and sunbeam. <br />I CANNOT write and I am discouraged already. <br />Where did I go? Why aren't I happy and where are my dreams?<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncertainty-leads-to-questions/
