Unemployment - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
I spend most of my days
dreaming about beautiful things
listening to the radio
touching myself thinking of him
reading about the beauty and sadness of life.
I rarely leave my bed
but to make coffee
and go for long drives.
The sun shines brighter with coffee.
The roses are redder too.
A vine of roses wrapped around my naked body dances across my mind.
It's not real they tell me.
I don't want to know what is.
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