Stay in.
Go out.
You went out.
Now, stay in.
Eat out,
but not then.
Back to work.
Why’d you go to work?
Tag: poem
The Shadows
It’s cliche
but
I, prefer the shadows.
Not being noticed
hidden.
Left alone.
Hollow
Do we all
feel
hollow inside?
Empty, a husk
a shell
of a person?
Alone
We are born, alone,
we die, alone.
In between,
we pretend,
to not be alone.
Flux
The human condition
is all a flux.
Ups and downs
we never know.
Left and right
are all the same.
