Days go on
No significance
nor mark
Like the gray static on a dead TV screen
It just goes on and on
Without purpose
Without twist
There is nothing more I can relay right now
Except boredom
And loneliness
But
Those were always there from the start
Nothing new about them
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoetryNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
