Far away. A poem

I sit and sit
Glued to my chair
Frozen in fear
Of the unknown
Knowing
What tomorrow brings
I just want
To stay in bed
And forget the promises
I need to keep
Waiting
For the phone to ring
So yet
I can send the call
Into outer space
Praying
The voice mail
Stays empty
I wish
They would leave me
Alone
Alone in my solitude
My mind keeps churning
Inside my head
Pressure building
Words escaping
My heart pounding
Trying to persuade
Myself that all
Is not as it seems
Trying to let go
Of the evil
And trying to live
Today has its own worries
So i sit and sit
Glued to my chair
Tomorrow is
A long time
Away

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nice poem. it captures the dull drums of living day to day.

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