Shit rant poems

Plane of existence

And when I enter my room

I look down at the dirty floor

To the right at my paper covered desk

And then back to flashbacks of relaxed memories

I finally look at the bed

And realise

That I have never more wanted

To dive under the pillows

And inbetween pillows blankets and dirty socks

To just completely lose consciousness

But my mind knows

That i have homework to do

With my fried brain

And chores to do

With tired eyes

And

A kid to babysit

Unpaid, like she's mine

And i know i need to do this everytime

And every day

Like its my only plane of existence