Days That Pass Without Promise

Days pass,
slow and heavy.

Nothing changes.
Nothing moves.

I watch hours
crawl by,
like tired ghosts
without purpose.

The sky stays gray,
the wind still.

I walk streets
with no name,
paths no one remembers.

No one waits
at the end.
No one calls.

I carry weight
no one sees.

Heavy breaths,
quiet steps,
silent thoughts
I don’t share.

The world spins,
but I’m stuck
in a place
between here
and nowhere.

I try to find
a sign,
a reason,
a place
to belong.

But the road
keeps stretching
without end.

And I keep moving,
lost in time,
with nothing
to hold onto
just myself
and the long
empty walk.