The Feels Battle
Sitting alone in the car
I haven’t driven very far
It creeps up from the depths
I feel like I have wept
Not knowing the reason why
I feel like I should cry
No time to explore
Because there are chores
Put on the damper
Not letting this tamper
With the task at hand
Soon I shall land
At my desk
With multiple tests
With no time to seek
The feels that creep
Up from the depths of me.
Demanding to be seen.
“not right now” I say
Time to ponder is far away.
For the origins of this place
Require space.
That’s not in the green.
So shall remain unseen
So continues the battle of the feels
The human condition nipping my heels.
This will be gone at the end of the day.
And I will have no way to say.
What it was about
Another rush of emotion un-figured out
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