Depression

Manifestation cuts us deep. 

And it's the sadness that makes us leap. 

With depression brings forth creative scars. 

Without the darkness we could not see the stars.

The cracks of slothfulness

I am starting to break again, 

for I do not have the inspiration.

They say I broke the mold, 

but I can feel myself begin to fold.

I need to express with my art, 

for if I don't it breaks my heart.

It is to you that I confide, 

this emptiness I feel inside.

around me I did them out, 

for this frog that is in my throat.

The future can seem awfully dim, 

if I do not learn how to swim.

to get myself out of this clay, 

cannot waste another day.

For in the mud I am the stick, 

and I have become quite lethargic. 

For the moat is filled with my tears, 

lack of productivity are my fears.

With this weight upon my chest, 

I swear I will do my best!

I will get out of the heat, 

and pull myself to my feet.

To push lazy ness to the side, 

and live the ambitions in my mind. 

For although my forward step has began to sour, 

to continue movement, only I have the power. 

Less productivity equals more anxiety

For which is the catalyst of the other, 

the reality is yet to be determined. 

Be this as it may, they do tend to accompany each other. 

The lack of productivity pains me deeply. 

For I am a constant bubbling well of thoughts that must be manifested into some form of art or the pressure from the back up can be quite taxing. 

Discovering the catalyst that causes such discomfort is a must. 

Be it the constant invasion of outside stimulation, 

that gives me the on ability to focus? 

Perhaps so. 

However it pleases me that I can see the end of the tunnel. 

And my focus is productivity.