Awaiting

I feel like giving up already.

Nothing appeals to me anymore,

Each day is a rendition of the last.

I don’t care what the new day has in store.

I do what they tell to,

Go through each and every day,

Thinking, hold on, just a little longer,

Bear through it, come what may.

What am I going to do?

I’ve stuffed up time and again,

And every smudge upon my slate,

Seems to give life so much more pain.

I’m really sorry, I promise to try harder

Repeat and repeat, it is all I say.

During the day I want for the night,

And during night I await impending day.