It’s been a long day
and nothing has changed again.
-
Time passed,
feelings stayed silent,
crushed by disappointment,
clinging onto nothing.
-
Close the blinds
and wall yourself away
(or stagger through streets
and fear for your life.)
-
Ingest the pills,
which do nothing,
and struggle to breathe,
alone again.
-
The grease on your sheets
sticks to your skin.
-
The drains outside gurgle.
-
And there’s
the smell of nearby
burning bins.
-
It was you who signed this contract.
It is you who stays here now,
in the land where time passes
but there are no changes.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…
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