for each day that is the same 

as the day before 

and the day before that 

days that flow into the next 

pleading for excitement 

to distract from 

life’s resentment 

nights to reflect on time

not spent on potential 

rather the disappointment 

to keep her occupied 

in the nights 

leaving her thoughts 

unidentified 

keeping her mind

tied in which it loses sight 

of what is real

and a figment of 

what is not right 

time going by 

slowly 

or not fast enough 

ticking to the ending of 

what never had a beginning 

falling and falling 

into the thoughts 

that run 

the same path 

a trapped mind 

the first to the last 

the front to the back 

as to the same 

where her luck has run out 

to the mind’s lost way that is never found 

plunged into what is the only way 

for a life that has already

passed away 

-B