Aishwarya Raviganesh
Days
By Aishwarya Raviganesh
today, it is the lack of productivity.
tomorrow, I don't know what it'll be.
everyday something sets off a slew of panic,
and everyday I have no one to blame but myself.
and that can't be right,
can it?
can it?
I keep counting down the days,
hoping I'll reach a red cross down the line,
something to look forward to,
something to celebrate,
but I can't help but think,
it'll end up being,
just another day.
the promise of tomorrow brings with it,
a constant churning,
looking at checklists,
how many deadlines does tomorrow owe?
will I be okay tomorrow?
how many days do I owe,
to this same promise of tomorrow?
today, it is the lack of productivity.
tomorrow, I don't know what it'll be.
an ever-shifting red cross on an ever-shrinking calendar.
I keep counting down the days,
to just another day.
I keep counting down the days,
to a different slew,
a new brew,
and yet,
a constant, aging panic.