Day by Day

Day by day,
I sit and feel this pain.
It is sharp.
Like a blade,
Pressing against my back.

Day by day,
I sit and wonder
Where it comes from.
Like Rodin’s sculpture,
My thoughts are deep.

Day by day,
I sit and feel this pain.
It is relentless.
Like the hands of time,
It never ceases.

Day by day,
I sit and wonder
Why I can’t walk away.
Like The Thinker,
I am stoic and motionless.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough