Day After Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A while back, namely 5 years ago, I wrote this piece because I was experiencing a monotonous depressing routine day in and day out so I had to put my feelings and emotions onto paper.

Sometimes I walk out into the new dawn
Just to see if I see a glimpse
Of what was meant not to be

So I drown out the shadow that beckons
That seeps in, day after day
I catch myself in new horizons
A desperate new adventure
As days roll past and form together
They become a part of me
The part that dares to cry out to the moon

But little do things change
They never rearrange into what I think
Into highlights of passing stages
They come out to form something bleak
Something dark and un-unique

The devils come out to play
Every so often do they call my name
A game…they catch my breath
Impede my conscious
Soul taking content full of parched enmity

A disease I call upon myself
To wither away into soft silken feathers
To lapse into the opaque dreamscape
Damning the sleepless drought
And then I awake into full view
Only to see yet another day
Dead ridden limp mass
Sliding full forth on warm carcasses
Day after day

Michael Nicorata

Submitted: November 05, 2020

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