Dear motivation,

I’m growing tired of you not being there.

All I want is to do things with you:

Perhaps write a new poem,

Edit a few pages,

Or even start a hobby.

Alas, I’m left alone.

I sit here in bed,

Thinking of you

And all the things we could be doing together.

But you’re off doing your own thing

And not thinking of me.

Yours truly,

An author.

 

*Originally posted on my blog Writingeverywhichway.wordpress.com*

Published by Madison Uram