Numbing monotony
blurs through each day.
I try to glide along,
past every dull moment
unscathed
and uninterrupted.
Let nothing break through
the haze of boredom
and loneliness.

Cracks and speed bumps
ruin my plans
of a smooth path,
until I nearly jolt
to a jarring stop.
I attempt to continue
sluggishly drag my body
try to march ahead
enter the fog
avoid the obstacles.
Head high,
back straight,
eyes forward,
perceive as little as possible.

But creeping tendrils
of smoke and pain
pull me down
into thick darkness.

And I never stop fighting
my way out,
only to fall back in.