Stasis

the sun comes up, another day,

outside the sky still murky grey,

living on, saving others pain,

I wake and wait and sleep again.

progress has stopped, its use forgot,

my stomach twists and ties a knot.

resources, ordered, enter me 

and hacked back up comes entropy;

coughing, bleeding, wretched phlegm.

my worth is known, but just to them.

another line follows my pen,

but writ for who? and ending when?