Press reset.
It's easier in the games than in harsh reality.Because in the games,
it doesn't really matter.
Nothing really does.
Press play or not,
reset your level,
and relive it
all over again.In reality,
it makes a difference.
Your choices determine your day,
deciding if you hate the way
it goes.And how much I do.
God, how much I despise these days,
the dull and gray and heavy ones,
the hours that weigh my head down,
the minutes that come with a breakdown,
the seconds that feel like eternity.Time doesn't pass.
But it doesn't stop, either.What choice do I have?
Since I won't get a breather,not a moment to rest,
or a minute to pass
with the pace that it should,
all they do is last.Longer than they possibly could,
yet it feels like I've been here for centuries.
Craving an end of the day,
an end of the week,
an end of the endless.But what am I saying?
There's nothing that'll change,
days will always stay the same.Repeat the process
all over again,
every day,
and it gets hard to stay focused.It's hard to keep my eyes open
when all they want is to finally fall shut,
it's hard to keep my feet moving
when all they beg for is a pause.And slowly,
sadly,
I'm beginning to think,it'll only ever be Monday again.
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Luminous [A poetry collection] ~ Canvas of Words
Puisi"Sometimes the eyes need to close for the mind to open up." ~~~~~~~~~~ Whether you are looking for uplifting pieces of writing about nature, love and happiness or feel like reading something melancholic that treats the...