Hanging by a Thread

I stare at tomorrow
With nothing but dread
Yesterday looks like today
And today, tomorrow
And without delay
Slumber becomes sorrow
Shame wakes me late
I can’t function,
I hesitate
Lurching onward,
Grasping on a strand
Of hope, of light,
How much more can I stand?
The loop continues
As I grow older and weary
I wonder if my soul is sold
And I can no longer see clearly
The walls narrow now
Nearly crushing me within
But I’ll stay and make may way
As long as I can.

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