3:00 came right on time tonight but ironically the sunlight remains outside at anytime of day in this corner of the room the only light i see is the flickering one of the TV blurry images that wouldnt make sense to me even if i had two pairs of glasses on the table dripping from the condensation of hell freezing over That and all the rest of the nonsense made more sense i was a child because parents openended threats rendered me senseless relentless is the feeling of trying to extend these four walls so i can reach outside this room growing smaller and darker the more my head gradually indents the wood paneling on my wall the more i need recreation that doesnt involve anything within my chair's reach this leech of motivation has left me motionless and the scent of 3 day old discontent still lingers when i open my drawers the more i pace in the middle of awakening temptation to weep for the pain i'm not accustomed without the more i bout with the unfamiliar sensation to breathe in this secondhand sunshine
Reason for writing:
um feeling like i was spending too much time doing too much of nuthin
very not cool lol
Birth sign: Pisces
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