Sleeping Beauty.

I glance out my window
and catch the sun slipping behind the houses.
Another sun set,
another day drawing to a close,
just to be followed by the rise of another.
And with each new day,
a new problem, and new issue.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh,
I can't believe the day is done.
The same routine,
day after day.
It seems so melancholic.
So simple.
So pointless.
It feels as though I trudge through each day,
hoping to stay clear of any bumps or pot holes along the way.
Yet sure enough I end up face first into a hot steamy problem.
Whether it be drama here,or an argument there,
they all just seem to flock to me,
like ducks to a pond.
What point is there to continue this cycle of misfortune any longer?
What point is there to try to help, but cause more good then bad?
What point is there, being around when no one cares?
With the setting of the sun, the rise of a new one comes.
Yet perhaps not for me,
perhaps my sun has set and night shall rest eternally over my kingdom,
and perhaps just as Sleeping Beauty,
I will sleep forever more...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2009