I’ve spent so long in this room
I think it has assimilated me.
The dust has settled down around me
I’m another quiet piece of furniture,
Another piece of clothing
carelessly strewn
Cold and still
Time calmly moves on without me,
It doesn’t think of me as it leaves me behind
I watch it wash over me
Like a wave washes over the same stretch of sand -
But gradually tears it away grain by grain,
Unthinking
Relentless
Soon I start to suffocate
In my little silent room
I long for something
What?
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