The Process

Ah the days as they pass, tireless in their stride
The songs of their grief playing over and over
No pit stops for the days,
No rest for the weary
Check the calender
Alas, it is tomorrow
Nothing but a wasted rotation
Another day, another breaking heart
The world is at last covered by a black overcast
The clock strikes and what do you know
A new dawn
A new breath of old oxygen
Though, it seems inevitable this endless rotation
Who knows?
Just heave on a jacket and prepare to look fear in the eyes
Breath, step, left foot, then right
Repeat the process.

Responses

3 comments so far.

1. Jesse Gonzalez says:

   Very witty. I love it!

2. Kathryn Hartz says:

   Wow! You have an amazing talent!!

3. sam says:

   I love this. You are so talented.