My bedroom
Has clothes
Scattered all around
Empty glasses of
Old water ornament
My end table
My pillow’s full
Of dried tears and
Ugly expressions
Somewhere, buried, there’s
Two bags of junk food
Crumpled up and discarded
And when I wake up
Every morning I choke
Back bile
Not just for my own sake
For everyone else’s
I should smile
Not
Wasting away
Not bathing
In sorrow
Hoping the memories
Will swarm and
Take me down
To drown
Pecking like a bird
At a nest to
Make it comfortable
I want all the twigs
And sticks familiar
To soothe my sleeping
All the while hoping
That time will
Move faster while I’m
Hopelessly distracted
But I know it’s
Nothing lasting
How could I ever
Stop this ending?
I thought of her
And that lovesome place,
Relaxed and floated
Into space.
Not
Wasting away
Not catering
To tomorrow
Hoping those thoughts
Will drown
And that one day
I might smile
Consume Reality! 