Catatonic Poem by H.E Warfield

Catatonic, I gaze out the window. The curtains dance but I feel no breeze.
Mouldy dishes piled in the corner; I knowingly throw my favourite scarf over them, out of sight until I regain my sense of smell.
I don’t dare leave my bed today nor answer my phone.
Missed appointments, unpaid rent, and friends lecture clichés.
Please! Just leave me alone in my corpse, so that I may fade and become the silence.