I woke up.
Feeling the same
I ate breakfast.
It was egg and sausage
I fixed my bed and swept the floor
Watched the dust more dance
I read a book.
Learned about death
I took a bath.
Feeling the cold water at my back
Not much has changed.
Since I woke up
Not much has since then.
Not much has change ever.
No surprise there.
I lie in bed
Gazing past to the ceiling
Up above
Contemplating of what things
I could do.
Nothing.
It was night.
The siren sound: curfew.
I slept.
Feeling the same.
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
