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.