Waited for it to die down
I snickered, went back to sleep
Resumed being somewhat dead
Peaceful, too
The bell rang, I refused to answer
Their patience died, I snickered
I rather sleep, than be bothered to
get the house mopped
Isolation is gentle
Less interaction, peaceful too
I looked at my face, sitting up on the bed
Hours later when my sleep had died
I remembered me, I had food to cook
But I opted for tea and my hunger died
Minimal efforts, peaceful too
My love, or so called , called
She asked me to sweet to her and tell her nice things
I called her by someone else's name
Her love died, I didn't bother to resuscitate it
Why bother, this too will die, today if too
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