As day fades into night another day is gone
A day in which I did nothing to mark it any different from the rest
There is no longer distinction from hour to day, day to week
It all bleeds into one never ending cycle that won't stop or pause for me
No defining mark no difference made
Robot-like I live on, day-to-day without the count of time
When will the moment come when I no longer merely exist.....
Please tell me what you think
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This is a very sad state of affairs, maybe it's about a mental patient unable to work and so bored to death. but one remark, I think repeating 'fades' does not do the peice justice. It would be better with just one, its a really good poem, though.
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