Plans
I plan to do some work today,
I have in my head what I will say,
And will write those essays bold and clear,
They'll be the best throughout the year.

I sit down, and soon I find
That my blank screen matches my mind,
All my plans have upped and left,
My emptiness leaves me bereft
Of inspiration and ideas
And leaves me with a dreaded fear
That today will be just like the rest,
No work done, left feeling depressed,
Upset at my damn stupidity,
Left staring, but I cannot see
The words I seek, they've left my head
And been replaced by stress instead
Which builds as I further try
To think, but it is all a lie,
My brain won't allow, I feel its pain,
And I know it's happened all again.

I planned to do some work today,
But now it's all replaced by grey,
Maybe I'll cry, my mind might hollow,
And then I'll try again tomorrow.

[Glen Passman, 8th December 1998]
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