Edgeless days are the hardest
to let pass you by
as you stare at all the pretty things
Just out of sight.
There sits, heavy in atmosphere,
On these days of no ends,
A timelessness
in the most tragic way.
All your toiling
begins to feel useless,
and errors make a mess of this.
Your anger - Instantly boiling
Futile barking.
Damning non-existent gods,,
And then a mocking laughing-
Since you are alone.
Because, of course,
You are alone,
Chained to the room
They're paying you to
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When the crushing
Endlessness to your day
Could be so easily been remedied
with conversation or, some play
And now those gods
are laughing.
And you wish to be alone
From yourself.
Of long, hard days of work.