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
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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