#onemoreday
One more day
and a new year will great me
the same way it did several years ago,
just with new people,
I will cross the threshold of another year
from the same place as before.
Even though another year arrives,
Alas! Everything else has changed;
for better,
or for worse.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
In the pale light of morning's hesitant dawn,
Where shadows linger like unspoken fears,
I wake already worn, a shadow of the fight,
My limbs obey, but spirit disappears.
The bed releases me with reluctant sigh,
Yet burdens cling, invisible and tight,
Body intact, but mind adrift and drawn,
Where once-bright fires now flicker faint at night.
This weariness digs deep, beyond the bone,
A silent thief that steals the will to rise,
Not from the rush of days or heavy load,
But from the weight of endless compromise.
It seeps into the cracks of fractured thoughts,
Where dreams dissolve in rivers of despair,
Echoes in a heart that's turned to stone,
Passion retreating down a quiet road, unfair.
The world outside hums on with ceaseless drive,
Demands that pull like tides upon the shore,
The things that count—ambitions, ties that bind—
They call to me, yet slip beyond my grasp once more.
A job that once ignited fervent zeal,
Now feels like chains in monotony's embrace,
Motivation fades like whispers in the wind,
A soul that's weary, caught in time's slow clasp, erased.
I stare at mirrors fogged with doubt's cold breath,
Reflecting eyes that search for what was lost,
The hobbies, joys, that sparked electric life,
Now gather dust, forgotten at great cost.
Conversations drift like leaves in autumn's gale,
With loved ones near, but hearts a world apart,
I reach for that old spark, but it evades,
A tired self murmuring, "One more day to bear, restart."
Afternoons stretch long in gray monotony,
Tasks pile high, yet energy runs low,
The coffee brews, a ritual of false hope,
But clarity remains a distant glow.
Evenings bring no solace, just the ache,
Of scrolling screens that numb the inner void,
Sleep comes uneasy, haunted by the wake,
Of unfulfilled tomorrows, dreams destroyed.
Yet in the quiet depths, where hope cascades,
Like hidden streams beneath a frozen lake,
I sense a whisper from the buried flame,
A promise that this fog will one day break.
For weariness, though cruel, may carve the space,
For renewal's seed to root and slowly grow,
I trust the embers wait, ready to flare,
And light the path where passion's rivers flow.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
And maybe,just maybe
If I keep pretending
Long enough
Happiness might forget
It was never mine
And decide to stay.
And if it doesn't
Atleast the light I borrowed
Kept me warm
For one more day.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
I'll give it one more day. One more time.
One more step. One more try. One more smile. One more laugh. One more hug. One more kiss. One more shot at happiness.
Just in case the next one
is the one that matters
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
And it’s just another day
Just another passing year
“You need to take it easy” – they say
But you’re on the end of the rope and it's not even may
You don’t recognize your voice
It's not you saying those words
But your body doesn’t give you a choice…
You want to say sorry,
You want to turn back time
The tears keep falling, the pictures start to get blurry
And you find yourself just hanging on the ride
Give me the strength to fight!
Help me feel alive again - you plead
You just want to make this right
Right the wrongs with a good deed…
But mother nature is as cruel as she’s fair
And right now, is time to collect
You cry thinking of the nightmare
That will take to pay off this debt
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
One more day, One more time,
Maybe I'll be satisfied
But then again, I know what would it do
Leaving me still, for one more day with you.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC