Withering Away
Each day I’m withering away with no attention paid,
Only subconsciously I see myself begin to fade.
Depletion of my motivation vastly understated,
Completion of my daily tasks make me feel inundated.
Awareness of the rut is not enough to make the cut,
Instinctively my gut is screaming at me to wake up.
Action must be taken imminently for progression,
And permanently implemented to avoid digression.
