Tug and Pull

These four blank walls

have been calling my name

tugging and pulling at my brain

Netflix doesn't help these burdening calls

neither does my last cry of shame

tugging and pulling at my brain

Light breaks through this all

6 AM, and its all the same

tugging and pulling at my brain

Walking through the day I try not to fall

into to the ways of my inevitable fate

tugging and pulling at my brain. 

Author's Note

what do you think? ignore the grammar

Reviews

[Ma'at]

i like the emphasis you included in this poem. one thing tho: maybe you should extend on the detail by adding more stanzas or just expanding the ones you have?
-GS

[Kaylee]

Thank you, I'm trying to get back in the swing of things, i haven't written in a while. I appreciate it though!