Wednesday, November 9, 2005
Being Alone 1
Sitting on an uncomfortable chair,
I just look around,
My things still remain untouched and uncared for.
There is pain in the heart.
It makes me cry and I close my eyes.
It just tears me apart and leave cold.
I can feel something
A damp feeling penetrating my body
I can still smell yesterday around me
Wondering was it bad or good
My papers carry yesterday on them.
The last day’s ink.
I think of nothing.
My mind goes blank
With the last night’s sleep I start to work
I tell myself
Escape is there
If only you want
From this and everything around
Close your eyes and start with a dream
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle