ten o'clock i
lie awake.
i suppose it's time
to get up yet again
for another day.
another day
another day
another day
just a different
date.
d -
oh how i wish
him and i were
able to go out
to eat again.
watch tv
scrolling on my
phone
reading well
constructed poetry.
nothing new to
turn into a metaphor.
these are a little
early
but i'll forget
later on in
the evening
-9:09 p.m.-
still continuing
an endless scroll
but this time with
noodles on the stove.
i suppose this sums it
all up.
i think ill go back
to reading.
reading reading re-
YOU ARE READING
a poet's journal
Poetrya poet journaling each day or a poet trying to keep rhymes at bay maybe both. -lowercase intended
