Time morphs into days and days of sameness.
Nothing changes but the date on the calendar.

Time
tick,
tick
tick-tocking away
Second by lonely second.
Minute by unforgiving minute.
Hour by wasted hour.

Stumped and blocked.
Living in limbo.
Uncertainty, the only consistent knowledge I have.

Time morphing into unfulfilled dream after dream.
Life and death so much the same inside of me.

I am more dead then alive.