Nothing Poem by Yohan Confectioner

I adjust my specs a bit
Move the laptop screen closer
Shift my chair to the left
Then roll it back tighter in position

Behind me, the door opens and closes
A thousand times a day.
The murmur around is drowned
By my shut out thoughts.

I stare at the blank screen, intently
It stares back at me, blankly.
I adjust the brightness of the screen,
Make the scene more drab than needed.

Nothing much has happened
The day is done.