Everyday that's past
is the same as yesterday
as summer drags on
without any change.
Outside is uncertain
and inside is stale.
And the view in my head
begins to grow pale.
As time marches forward,
it leaves me behind.
The words become muddled
as they swirl in my mind.
Frozen, despite the summer heat,
the same day plays again.
Each new dawn resets the timer
until panic sets back in.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
