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,


Feeling as though there lives are nothing but constricting,

Like a coiled snake crushing his victim.

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