Thought
I feel like it is day one
flying forever onward.
Ever component of my day holds the same shape,
except my lifespan is shorter.
Every morning drops me into a nightmare,
Every breath struggles as I trudge through a new day,
My voice fails as my reason dies.
If you only live once,
why do you keep repeating the same words,
over and over you go through the same topics.
What meaning does a life have
when it is stuck,like a record,
repeating the same day.
(Source: philosophicalpoetry)
