Inertia - Monolith

Counting hours turned to days I can’t reclaim

Praying for time to remain

All these demands on my attention,

all these appeals to my energy,

I have nothing to give.

Through the night I hear whispers calling my name.

Oh, the comfort of safety is my shame.

I am afraid I have nothing to offer,

all of my strength is exhausted by the thought of it.

Counting hours turned to days I can’t reclaim

Grieving for time thrown away

Why is complacency the convention?

I have conceded to apathy,

paralyzed by inertia.

Fear of failure breeds dissension

between the ache that’s inside of me

and the weight of depravity.