Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2020
Everyday it matters less,
we walk around, clap at eight,
we work and sleep, digress
or try to lose the latest weight.

At night, we drink, at day
we only shower when
we stink. We look the part
and can't remember how exactly
it did start.

For forty days, lives end on one
decay on the other. We mock,
why even bother setting up
the alarm clock.
What is accomplishment to me?
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
44
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems