Days Poem by Bianca Free

My oh my
The new day has come
So I wake, make my way down the steps
Without a goal in mind
No calls
Or appointments, no obligatory tasks
The biggest chore I have is finding ways
To make the day pass
Then the night
Peeks through the shades
Up the steps I walk, head towards the bed
To have some rest
Wake
Down the steps
Up the steps to bed
To rest
I'm bored
With this unviable existence
Being dead to the living world
It all feels so useless