Poetry 11 – 2020

Swollen dry eyes, lids thick puffy,

All colour drained from cheeks,

Nose crackles and sniffs.

Awaken to mindless floods of thoughts.

What are you thinking about?

A blaring uncertainty stare aimlessly.

Habit sits up, to prepare for normal. Normal can’t be coped.

Follow the momentum, fall back down.

Curl up. Blanket bundle. Continue to nothing.