What’s in a name
A face hidden in shame
Without any light
We give up the fight

Nothing will change
There’s just

A Blank Life

I go away to work

I come home everyday

There is no difference

Between Monday and Friday

Nothing of note

Nothing

Division of deception is raw that flow on my mind
I crave for a answer for living
I put desire in the window of fears
I draw

"A Blank Life"

Born too soon the tiny infant struggled for each breath.  Tiny lungs not yet formed, beat in tandem

Day

The Day came
Falling in as dribbled sun
Spilling lightless on blank walls
Announced by the metallic scream of a clock.

I