A constant stare in the mirror
A witness to my story
Every chapter of my book is the same
An open agenda of rainy forecast
When will I ever have peace?
When will my heart ever feel whole?
I am taunted by this breathe
This ora this presence that is so dumb-founded that every situation is a re-enactment of the day before.
Investments become unoticed, unappreciated, and unwelcomed.