Wake up
Mental coup
I think I'm on a, on a loop
Yesterday feels like every day
Stumble
Out of bed
Every thought repeats in my head
My face melts on the mirror
I blink once
And I'm out of the door
Back at the shop
It is the same as before
Clock out
Back home before four
Crawl into bed
Hoping tomorrow will be more
Wake up
Thoughts wont mute
I think I'm on a, on a loop
It didnt even feel like I rested
Stumble
I'm barely up
A light roast poured into a cup
Just another 40 years of this
And I blink
I'm out the door
Early morning rise
Illuminated by each store
As I park
A thought pierces my core
Just one wish
For tomorrow to be more
Wake up
A downward droop
I think I'm on a, on a loop
Just too tired for anything
Stumble
Reach my phone
I think I'll just stay on home
And rot away in secrecy
When I blink
I'm on the floor
My mind set ablaze
My thoughts become torn
I cant sleep
My body is too worn
Lost in a daydream
Let tomorrow be more
Wake up
Mental coup
I think I'm on a, on a loop
Yesterday feels like every day
Stumble
Out of bed
I dont know if I'm alive or dead
Watching my face disintegrate on the mirror
I blink once
I'm out the door
Same old tale
Told as before
Back on home
A little before four
Its all a cycle
Maybe tomorrow I'll be more
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Online) - Published: March 22nd, 2026 14:36
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Comments1
A poem of literal groundhog day. So it seems in the grind of life where a schedule becomes a ritual. Nicely written with rhyme
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