The sound of the fan reached me still
even as I kept listening to the same track
over and over
in the same earphones I had put on
since the day before.
It was not just the day that felt gloomy,
the night was static too,
cold and cribbing,
as we stay back to let the world breathe
and breathe looking over the list of sanitation
that we need.
But it wasn’t all bad,
at least it shouldn’t be.
The light from my window
let me feel the warmth of the day
when sunshine felt happy
and the sprinkles now and then
felt soothing
in contrast to things I would’ve missed.
The chill of the night wasn’t bad too
as I let myself sit still
in the peaceful breeze
and marvel this time
as no horns blazed through those open doors
and the dust only collected
when I couldn’t dust the floor.
I guess it was good,
it is,
but the fear exists too
and often I let that by
for I’ve never been a guy that rhymed with hopelessness
rather I look at the stove where I could do my art,
I look at new things I could still know,
I can talk and listen
and not just run to be nowhere,
but it’s still gloomy
when there’s no presence
of the existence that I hoped to have along.
I get agitated easily,
irritated with simple things,
for even with all the delicacies and the dreams
that I could’ve asked for,
that absence
made the biggest void,
and the happy rays felt sad.
·poetry