4 walls glued to my skin
Bonded deeper than the soil,
Carpet between toes feel like needles,
The smell of the stale coffee on repeat .
Birds of yesterday found other places to sing,
Leaving nothing but dust on the window seal.
I watch as the mailman
Delivers his mail to the people that reside around me
As if these 4 walls are invisible
The kitchen chair stares back at me,
Out of place and laying hopeless in its despair
The stale coffee mocks me as i discard it,
Placing the pot along with its dirty friends
That accompanies the sink.
My feet know the way back to my spot.
The pillow greets my head once more,
And my eyes shut, resuming my new reality.
Words form inside of my eye lids
Don't get out much anymore.
YOU ARE READING
My heart space
PoetryMy poem collection, dear to me as I hope they will be for you. May these words kiss the cracks of your heart and fill the spots you weren't aware were empty. Be present in the moment, enjoy. - m0th
