Envelopes were lying around disintegrated,
and i laid upon my bed uninterrupted...
I could feel the paleness spread around,
though i lay undisturbed.
Quite sound were the yesterdays,
quite sound emanated from here, though today they remained gullibly unconscious.
The radio that went singing continuously had a sole presence.
It was like i couldn't shake my legs yet i could walk,
i couldn't wink my eyes yet see me lying,
i couldn't hold my dairy yet read them from within, it was like this suddenly.
I could note that I was leftover to weep for some.
But despite this break from my body i deeply wanted an escape
a selfish escape indeed leaving all those i could hold upon to exclusivity.
That's why yesterday this place of mine had every and the other things that satisfied me
but today its something that symbolised death.

© thepoetharri