coming back, you barely left
the world outside the void
is turbulent, yet has it kept
you off your thoughts, it's time
to dive back into blackness, work,
the void whispers its rhyme
ever so often the apartment is blank,
no sign of life, you cannot pretend
that living there has brought you joy,
that living 'way won't be your choice,
to flee the everlasting empty,
flee to un-home homely rooms
YOU ARE READING
poems of ;;2019 - pt. 2
Poetrychallenging myself to write a poem every day of 2019 about what I experienced. feel free to join. opened: 1.1.2019 closed: 1.1.2020 ©Connerhasnogame
