You Mean So Much More Than Misery To Me

Waking up at early noon wondering where the mornings went
Staring at beams of light that filter through the cracks in my space
Time is in a fever dream
Everyday a part of me is forgotten, thinking...
“What has become of me?”

I’m just another slab of stone in a structure meant to crumble;
I'm meant to crumble

A life etched into concrete
A life so less deserved
A life etched into concrete
Existence is so absurd // Existence of the absurd