The Same

I go through the motions,
my heart as empty
as my soul.
Vacant stares,
a walking sleep,
a zombie on a roll.
Each day becomes
the next
and yesterday
just a blur.
What tomorrow brings
is more of the same
for sure.
Thunder rolls
as storm clouds
turn the world grey
and I wait for rain
to wash the same

© Autumn Siders 2018

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