It's morning. 

 

The peace I had is suddenly gone.

 

Creeping into my head is the anxiety and sorrow I always have.

 

Why couldn't I have slept longer?

 

Why do I have to wake up?

 

The day is too long,

 

The minutes feel like hours

 

The hours feel like days 

 

The days feel like weeks.

 

I can't stop this feeling. 

 

Feeling of grief- when I didn't lose someone

 

Feeling of anxiety- when nothing is happening

 

Feeling of tiredness- when I slept enough

 

All of this mixed into one- is but confusion in my head.

 

Setting my feet on the ground, I rise to see what awaits me.

 

Nothing.

 

I can eat breakfast

 

But that's too much work.

 

Maybe I can just read.

 

It's interesting 

 

It takes you somewhere else 

 

far far away.

 

Into a world of unknown

 

An escape from reality. 

 

But I'm tired of escaping.

 

I'm always caught and brought back to my prison of reality.

 

The clock ticks the hours by 

 

Soon enough, it becomes evening. 

 

Accomplishments add up to zero, my regrets become endless

 

With empty promises, I tell myself tomorrow will be better.

 

I'll do better. 

 

Lights out

 

Thoughts in a bind

 

I try and fall asleep.

 

The crickets come out to mock my repetitive cycle 

 

My false hope. 

 

And just like that,

it's morning again.