Something when you aren’t there.

the sun had to set

if clouds have to gather tonight, my wishing otherwise has already gone in vain

is avoiding food an aversion to living?

what am I to do now sitting cross-legged, in pain on this bleeding base

I could switch off these lights again but I cannot for at least as long as the typing

is going on

going on

what am I to do now sitting here, it is undesirable to even step outside

the ocean has drifted from its usual place of flowing and now it is breaking down all over my head

I avoid looking at my home while it makes an attempt to fill itself with rainwater

before tomorrow morning, nothing much is possible in any world.

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