My silly little days
Passing by
Bit by bit smaller
Bit by bit more sad
Sometimes I wonder
If I can go on
No, not even that...
Is it worth going on?
Honestly now, I do not know
My silly little tasks
Keep me moving on
Like a puppet, not by choice
But to keep the charade up
Just a little more
But sometimes
Just sometimes
Days come by
Days I can’t stand
And I cry, and cry
But I’m not sad
Relief
Peace
Resolve
Move on
I just need those days
And my strings, for a moment
They loosen up
And let me breath
A little more
a poem about the everyday