By George Rae Rough
Lying here at the same time every day,
Wanting so desperately for my life to change,
Changes that only I can make,
To get myself out of this dark and depressing state,
As one day ends and another one just beginning,
Which to most actually looks like a person simply existing,
Resisting,
Feeling as though there lives are nothing but constricting,
Like a coiled snake crushing his victim.