Days like these



Treading water
Against my will
Destiny drowns me
Living Still


Morning has broken
And so has my face
Pointlessness pervades
Not in the race

Maybe I’ll wake up
In spite of myself
Arrive at the answers
Then burn in Hell


Chasing down a whir that blurs at my being
I’ve been waiting too long for a vision worth seeing
Keep doing what I’ve done, and getting all I’ve got
Einstein’s insanity! Until unforgiving I rot

On days like these, these words linger
More of the same!
Endlessness repeated
Again and Again

I’ll lay them to rest, just like the others
Suffocating in the graveyard of their sisters and brothers
A bird starts to whisper in the naked winter trees
One day, maybe they’ll deliver

The End

Of days like these

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2021 04:11
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 50


  • Doggerel Dave

    Ennui? It's what gets me going in the end. the irritation with myself becomes a big motivator. Something I recognise too well as you have expressed the mood very clearly.


  • TS

    Tomorrow is always awaiting x

  • FredPeyer

    I really like this poem because, yes, there are days like this.....

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