Ennui

The night has come. Another day has gone
Unused, its charms unnoticed, its potential
Never realized. A stack of dirty dishes stands,
Accusingly, beside the sink. A tidal wave of
Sheets and blankets looms above the bed.
I went to work, came home, and took a nap.
Two people called. I didn't answer, though
I heard their messages, and J sent me a text
When I was occupied by something else.
The daylight and the world passed, and all
I did was stare down at a screen which
Disappointed me. Now, it's night. I'll go
To bed, and tell myself that, when I wake,
I'll use tomorrow carefully, and do something
Of substance, and avoid that damned
Computer screen, but I suspect that, when
It's ended, this forthcoming day will be
One more to stack, like cordwood, with
The rest which went unused.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-12 at 01:11

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shells
Y-a-w-n those days full of lethargy and boredom, you've nailed it. Love the final two lines.
2019-01-12