blue hermit
the dust has begun to settle
on the chair, the desk, and the floor.
the bed remains unmade,
and there's not a single knock on the door.
the lightbulb has yet to be replaced.
this giant box is the shadow's home.
Each corner is void of any color,
and the only source of light is a phone.
~ weuneigh
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
PoesiaA collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form
