Waiting for time….

Reassured incessantly that it gets better with time,

Days, months, and years passed by in rhythmic rhyme.

And I stay waiting with my sunken eyes,

I am barely holding on, facing life's endless ties.

But still, I stay waiting, hoping for the day,

When all this turmoil will finally fade away.

As night comes, I crawl into my bed,

In tears, wishing the morning brings solace instead.

Some days I am hopeful, embracing the light,

Somedays i feel mopeful, battling the endless night.

Struggling to get out of bed, wondering if it gets better,

Life's recurrent cycle, a relentless fetter.

Anxiety makes me pitiful, my words become mumbles,

In this time-conscious life, my existence stumbles.

Years have passed, and nothing seems to rhyme,

Left alone with trauma from the passing time.

Wiping my own tears, I try to find comfort within,

At war with myself, a battle I cannot win.

But at the end of the day, we only have each other,

No other option, it’s a love and hate relationship, but only together can we overcome life’s endless smother.

Death refused to relieve me from this mess,

Every day, checking the time, an enduring quest.

For when this life's torture will finally sever,

Or if luck strikes and things get better.