all books read

& I can never tell you

the days counting the patterns

there in the fading wall paper

all books read

no sounds no music to break the day

nowhere to go nothing to do

but sit here stare at the dust swirling

settling there on the thin carpet

heading down to the floor

& all I could hear was the buzzing

of my ears my soul losing fire

I couldn’t think of one body

could hold my aching

would visit me here

& all those stories they tell you

your family will pick you up

what do you think is the dust

swirling down to the carpet?

they will love you for the audience

speak good words should someone hear

no letters no call made it to this door

fluttered to lie down next to me

last I looked all was empty

such as these eyes looking flat

to the patterns on the wall

& all I could do was hold on

wait for these days to change

hope one day to find another

for the wallpaper to come rearrange

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