Eden LeFebvre's Poem: Blurry Vision

Blurry Vision

As the winter clouds roll in

All You can think about is the things you’re gonna catch up on,



School work

But that was in september


Now all you do is sit in your room and think

Why does your throat burn like you were screaming for hours

Even though you never even opened your mouth

You sit there rotting like a piece of fruit

Hoping that you’ll get your energy back

But all you end up being is disappointed