The day draws to a close
Curtains pulled tight behind your eyes
Sit in front of the backstage mirror
Reflect with your reflection
Regret the mistakes you made
Pray to an unknown force
That tomorrow will be different
A new day dawns
But it's the same old story
Wasting time you can't afford to lose
Hours pass by in stagnant silence
Your reflection despises you
Regretting being bound
To this empty cage of flesh and bone
But tomorrow will be different
Years go by
While you wither and fade
The walls fill with ink
Black, blue, red, grey
The tired spectrum
You turned the mirrors around
To avoid your own cruel gaze
Tomorrow is never different
Every day is the same
Steps you know off by heart
And every time your feet falter
Your puppet strings are pulled
And you right yourself again
In this wrong dance
You don't remember starting
Even the words are a lie
Futile phrases you recite
As if the cyclic lines will make a difference
As if they will make it right
As if you can repent your sins
As if you can begin again
And change the world
You are nothing.
The mark left on the page
When pencil is erased
The indent of words
Written in a heavy hand
A ghost
Lost between reality
And your selfish fantasies
Yet what's the harm in being nothing?
If you have patience
To wait for the day the lights will dim
The curtain will fall on the stage
The crowd will cheer
And the dance will end
So bide your time
For on that day
Tomorrow will be different.
A/N: And that's a wrap on The Dark and Day! I originally planned to end on a different poem, but I felt this one fit the themes better. It's inspired by the "tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" soliloquy from Shakespeare's Macbeth, which is one of my favourite extracts from the play. I wanted to capture how difficult it is to break out of a cycle, whether that be depression, writer's block, or even a lack of productivity/motivation. When you sink deeper into the rut, it can be hard to believe there is a way out, but it is possible, it may just take a while and a lot of perseverance.
I hope you enjoyed this collection, and feel free to follow me for updates on my other works, particularly the Infected World Series! Also, if you ever need to talk about any of the issues that have been mentioned/touched on in my poems, feel free to message me and I'll be glad to help.
Thank you for all your support,
Ethan
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