Day to Day

I often live day to day....

Living day to day

by the hour

up to the minute

is all but wasted time.

I make no progress, 

thinking ahead,

while I am

searching for a rhyme.

Looking forward to

a single time,

another day,

leaves most time blank and dark.

Blank breeds boredom,

nothingness

quickly ensues,

leaving a deep scarred mark. 

Reviews

[Elisa]

I like how this seems to be a stream of consciousness, as you search for that one moment of breakthrough. It would be awesome if you fleshed this out even more (maybe adding a few stanzas to it) to really show what these feelings are doing. I thought the last stanza is fantastic. Keep on writing!

[Jamestown]

It's actually in my opinion the way to live, never promised tomorrow!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!