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Days Gone By

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Updated: Apr 24, 2021


Your eyes open and the clock says 10-

You can’t remember falling asleep

And the sky is grey and dark again

And the hole inside your mind is deep—again.



How many days? Who knows.

How many gone? Who cares.

The clock is ticking, 10:01 now

It’s time to get up and do nothing, now.

A shower and some tea, and watching just a little tv

Will put your mind at ease

—we swear—

It’ll be alright, just as soon as we get there.

Make sure you pay attention

Watch the boxes keep rising

And hope against hope that we’ll get there

Don’t worry it’s not dying

We promised, remember?

Don’t cry, now—talk to faces on screens and try your best to make it seem

Like you’re entirely alright

We are all in the fight, remember?

Except you’re alone, for some reason.

Eat your food and watch your screen

And try your best not to scream

Because that’s not adult, and we need adults, and you are an adult.

Now send your texts and take your pills and go to sleep.

Don’t you worry about the morning, we’ll get there—

And it won’t be anything new

Just don’t check your clock

It might just say 10:02.



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