The day has turned into night
The evening was filled with
Frustration and fear
The options are few
When anxiety looms
At every conversation
When your friends
Becomes a foe
Again and again
Dysfunctional patterns
Repeating themselves forever and ever
In a very dull pattern
I will not save my self
But suffer, fail and die
As this is what I am supposed to do
Repeating generations of tragedy
The earth is black, the soil brown
Clay underneath and at the bottom
The hard solid rock