Day by day, I feel everything is useless Night by night, everything rewinds itself Trapped in the innocent slumber of time Passes by but no one gives a damn I stared at everything repeated still Wondered how could they have time to kill My eyes lingered to far places But all I see are cycles of people and faces Everyday, I go by the baker's bread Every night, I eat dinner at the bar instead Then, before I sleep, I head to bed To wake up next morning and repeat what I read
Day by day, I wake up, eat, and fall asleep Night by night, I wash my face and brush my teeth Sit by the window, turn on the light Watch as the day slowly roll into the night Stare at the crimson sky until it turns purple Deep, dark, dangerous but never subtle Turn back to the desk and start the job Brush pen against paper until 9 o'clock Put them down and pull the covers up my head Hoping next morning I won't wake up dead Into the next day, the cold is freezing like lead I get up to begin a new day, instead
Day by day, I fall into this endless routine Night by night, I watch the sky turning deep green Write my letters, lie down to sleep Is this the life I'm doomed to keep? But one morning brought change It's in a way that is peculiar and strange That's when you and love came along Was it to pull me down or to make me strong? I asked you questions but passively you looked Telling me to hurry up or you will disapprove Then you left as quickly as you came Suddenly, I am back to when it was mundane
But all things changed cannot be reversed I've tried my best but the solution is reserved As I look into the stars, I think of you Then I write my letters, I write without a clue I think of nothing by the one that left me aching While lying down, I feel like fleeing But where will I go now that you're seared in my mind Who knows that you can be this unkind But then again, I let you in, didn't I? I honestly let you disrupt my cycle with a little lie And for that I'll retreat until I can't be seen Because I'm back, stuck inside my endless routine
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It's like this poem decided to have a story at the middle of it. The first two stanzas is just me complaining that my life is boring and that there's nothing lit happening to it. But by the third stanza, I suddenly introduced that "love" thing. So now you have this hybrid poem.
So, what do you think? Comment below. :)
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