James Gale

As the clock slowly ticks,
My sanity slips,
Never knowing what to do.
Like I’m just waiting
For death’s final kiss.

Being bored is how they phrase it,
But I’m trapped in this endless spin.
There are many things I could do,
Yet I can’t break the cage I’m in.

Of having no energy
Or motivation left to spend,
Chained to my bed,
A prisoner of the war
Raging in my head.

I’m roaming this earth
As an empty vessel,
Living chore by chore,
Merely passing time
Till even time itself
Has no grip
Anymore.