Day After Day

Day After Day

By Brandon Palzkill

I see myself standing there,

standing still, standing alone,

day after day.

On the median, in between,

watching cars zoom

back and forth,

too fast for me to cross in peace,

day after day.

Can’t go forward, can’t go backward,

can’t do anything,

but watch the passing cars go by,

day after day.

Fruitless, pointless, boring

existence,

standing in wait

to cross clear highways,

caught up; trapped;

day after day.