Everyday I wake up to the same old window,
The same landscape with dull shades and the same tea-cup.
Oversized faded tshirts and unkept hair,
The same lifeless eyes gawking at me through the mirror.
The same songs on repeat
The same concrete walls
The same midday heat and evening showers.
The same clock ticking it’s way round the same numbers,
Following the same circular motion,
Miserable and unstoppable.
I rest my body diagonally on the bed
For there is no soul to share my space with.
I listen to the music of the wind and the rain
I stare at the clouds drifting apart.
I count hours until another day
Seasons after seasons
The same old life –
Sad wrecked and abandoned.