Cycles (The Days Get Longer)

Nameless.

This depressive disgust comes in cycles.

The same conversations, the same faces

Words of worth engulfed in dirt.

All of my substance lost in long winded give ins.

But the days keep getting longer

We forgive each other.

Forgive me.

We hang onto threads that are barely breathing

Concepts of emotion plague my memories

A myriad of remnants

Affirming beliefs carved into my mind like holding stone.

I am the beaten horse.

I am self sufficient.

I am nothing.

The days get longer

We lose each other.