The monotony of the days
swirls around me
like an ill wind.
I feel sick as
it brushes against my skin.
There is no escape
but i still try (for i long to be free).
No beauty to be
seen,
but i still search.
Endlessly looking,
endlessly waiting,
endlessly wanting.
Tomorrow's
empty
promises
are all i have
left.
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