It seems my life repeats
Chocolate brown eyes
Starring at me
Chatter and clatter
Never enough
Never satisfied
Alarm beeps
Never sleep
Have keep going
Repeat repeat
There's no way to cheat
The cycle
I try to avoid you
But you creep in
This way and that
I finally escape
I take a stance
I must stop repeating
Must stop this mediocracy
Simplicity
Crowded hallways
Start and stop
Pushing shoving
It doesn't feel new anymore
It feels the same
Three years
And I'm already tired
Forty eight minute increments
Constantly watching the clock
A million other things I'd rather be doing
Than just sitting here
Watching my life tick by
Let me out
Let me drive away and not look back
Only wait until one fifty five
I'm free
Until tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
Poesía(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
