Repetitive Swirl Of Reality Poem by Daniela X. Daraz

I have all the time in the world,
Yet nowhere left to spend it.
No one to share it with.
Everyday I feel even more dependent.

Life becomes unbearably boring;
A repetitive swirl
Of images and memories.
I detest it even more.

Friends gone,
Yet not soon forgotten.
Memories of them bring but bitter realizations.
They are gone and I can not have them.

Memories are all thats left,
For me to feel what is happy.
For day has gone,
The rest have left,
And I am Alone in this Repetitive Swirl of Reality.