Exhausted and Spent


the air smelled nicotine

the environ rhythmed with fan

the room, lorn one, curtained dimmed.


I lay looking at the ceiling

the fan with flying curtain creating a shade

a mixture of colors of wall, street and–

overcast May sky.


I’m here, but, I’m really here…

the moment, the silence that I lay in

is truth I think, but, am I not misfit…

am I not the piece of puzzle–

that cannot be fit…


loneliness echo, solitude laugh

my depressed soul–tired one–

thinking what can be done

shall I howl and wet my pillow with tears

or shall I lie naked and satiate self…


truth…lie…she…memories…

all clogging me…all strangling me…

the walls is getting me…

–xx–


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