by No Pepper
Dark, as dead
In the pit of my stomach
Silence feels like a thousand needles
While we sit in silence
Here we are, again
Round and round, spinning
Empty, cold, apathy
But then angry,
For allowing this cycle to continue
Is there a hope, is it coming
Tomorrow’s calendar is full of frustration
More disappointment, more strain
I want to come home and feel
Be excited, be warm
But it is not in the forecast
A dreary forecast
When does this pain stop
Is it time to move on again
As each and every day passes
I see the shadow lurking, building, behind me
When is it my time
Darker, as the dread I feel inside
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