Sitting here
Doing nothing.
Every night a repeat
Of the night before.
A broken-record schedule;
A broken heart unhealing.
Life happens
Around us
As though we are not real
As if we do not exist.
We let it.
We let it pass us by
The way tourists wander
Past old memorial statues
Without even a single thought
Of the war they represented.
Consumed by our displeasing circumstances
We rot away to nothing
Over
And over,
Each and every night.
Is this a taste
Of what is to come?
Is this my destiny
If I stay with my loved ones?
Age 20
Doing nothing.
Every night a repeat
Of the night before.
A broken-record schedule;
A broken heart unhealing.
Life happens
Around us
As though we are not real
As if we do not exist.
We let it.
We let it pass us by
The way tourists wander
Past old memorial statues
Without even a single thought
Of the war they represented.
Consumed by our displeasing circumstances
We rot away to nothing
Over
And over,
Each and every night.
Is this a taste
Of what is to come?
Is this my destiny
If I stay with my loved ones?
Age 20