Struggle

And here I struggle to keep up
with each passing day
each passing hour


For the very first time
I hate the beginning
can't each day start from mid
Why is it
you always have to face the morning


Why doesn't the night
slowly crawl into the evening
escaping the sunrise
the brightness


Uncertainty, discomfort
looms at every corner
After a point
you can take a bullet
than die embarrassed


This has become the routine
and with each passing day
I drag along myself
faking a smile
acting normal

a part of life escapes
with each breathe..