I awake, to begin again
the same tasks as yesterday
and the day before
Tend to the needs and wants
of the small ones
then to my own
Days blurring into more days
one bleeding into the next
without end, without altering
Is this it?
is this all there is
or will be
Will the day to day drudgery
become the substance
of my days yet to come
Does the emptiness cease
the isolated feeling of sadness stop
or is this what I will become
When did hope and fairness
become a cruel jest
will I grow bitter and mean
I awake, to begin anew
the same tasks as yesterday
and the day before
