I crawled from my bed
Unaware of time.
No concern of mine.
Fluffy pillows left behind.
I clutched my drink from the night stand.
My only thought,
It's still full, I think I'll take a pill.
Instead, I walk out of my comfy confines
Through the rooms I float.
Loving hand long since gone.
I approach my throne.
I sit and pour a cup of lukewarm coffee left behind.
Maybe this will help, I query in my mind.
I guess time tics by me silently and slowly.
I pick up a book , a flicker of thought, then away the thought flees.
All thoughts fade.
I sit and rock.
Dead eyes ahead, still with empty head.
I find myself once again in my bed.
Fluffy pillows beneath my head.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyday is a good day they leave the top open.....