Out of my room.
To the kitchen
To the shed
To the garden
To the bathroom
To the living room
To the corner
Lost within the mundane.
Nothing to eat.
Other than spoiling food
Other than my own words
Nothing to watch.
Other than geckos on the ceiling
Other than flickering lights
Out of my room
On the phone
Checking, waiting
Notification!
Attention!
Lost within the mundane.
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.
