didn't turn the lights on when
i went to the kitchen,
i didn't want to wake you up
my stomach just won't let me sleep so
let me eat
just this time
left my slippers in my bed so
I won't sound a thing.
faint silhouettes coming out of the windows are the only source of life
cold tiles feels very
nostalgic
i guess it's been a while since I've eaten
after i went and prepared my food i
sat down in the dinner table.
forgot my utensils, so i got up and got it.
glanced at the dinner table from afar,
i saw you.
eating off food from my plate with
your bare hands
your eyes are red and so is your mouth
i guess they
forgot to feed you too,
huh?
now i stare at this empty plate
left with salivas and colorless intent
asking what the hell am i supposed to do with this empty dinner table
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
