Thesis
Wrestling with words,
mine and others'
Research read and reread
Deadlines have come and gone
The overwhelming veil of self-doubt
surrounds me like a paralyzing mist
on a dark moonless night.
No sense of direction.
Is up really up or
is it down?
What is right and
what is wrong?
Is anything really wrong?
Or just not right for the moment.
mine and others'
Research read and reread
Deadlines have come and gone
The overwhelming veil of self-doubt
surrounds me like a paralyzing mist
on a dark moonless night.
No sense of direction.
Is up really up or
is it down?
What is right and
what is wrong?
Is anything really wrong?
Or just not right for the moment.
posted by Buttercup at
10:15 PM
1 Comments:
You should write more poetry. I love some of the images in the first seven lines, but I'm sorry you're stressed and overwhelmed. Have you given anyone a draft yet? You don't have to struggle through this alone . . .
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Donna Sewell, at 2:35 PM
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