The days all blend together
The good, the bad, the ugly
Ranging from one end to the other
Good days are rare,
Always feeling okay
Sometimes I feel worse and cry
Weep until the tears run dry
An empty hole in my chest
Living day by day
Going through the motions
Without an inkling of notion
As to how I can be released
Released from these feelings
The empty nothingness
The unending pit of sorrow
Letting them run through me
Until the cycle is over
I'm okay
I'm fine
Going through the same motions
On repeat
Completing daily tasks
Doing the not so important ones too
Easing out of the cycle of empty sorrow
Moving into better days
A routine that helps
Doing more of the things I love
Taking it day by day
Wanting the cycle to happen less and less
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Turning to Ink on Paper
PoetryThis is the second book in my poem collections. It is a continuation of "Poems From My Mind".
