Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Depression

The dishes
Have been
Unwashed
For days

The clock
Ticks
Time
Away
Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days

The phone
Rings
Unanswered
Questions
Friends,
Famly,
Work
Who
Cares?

The bed
Unmade
Sheets
Oppressive
Dark thing
That suffocates
Silent screams

Waiting
Under
Yellow-green haze
For something
And
Nothing
Inertia’s end
But what end?

(c)Geeta Boodansingh, 2011

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