in the morning we struggle with the bed sheets that wrap us, bind us
in the afternoon we crawl to our desks and burn our faces with radiation from our phones, from our laptops reasoning, pleading, typing, and clicking away the words and sentences that could decide our fates
in the evening the voices sharing laughter and stories are nowhere to be found in the dinner table there is only the hurried clanging of forks and knives against porcelain we swallow several morsels of reheated leftovers and just drown our stomachs with coffee and pills the breath of our sighs fill the air and bring us to suffocation
we drag our limbs to wherever the answers and solutions may be with all our might, we anchor ourselves against the world's spin
our sunken weary eyes glance at each other from time to time no words are spoken but from those fleeting moments we know the burdens that the other carries as much as our hearts ache to we can't help each other because we're already too lost helping ourselves
Edited! Just noticed that I accidentally deleted an entire stanza of the poem!