EnnuiThe 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
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Written on 2019-01-12 at 01:11
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