Personals pt.5

Blinds

Won’t someone ask if I’m doing okay?

Too much has occurred,

another shitty day.

Yes, ‘twas a blessing

to have seen the sun shine bright,

but the shadows of my blinds only gave me half the light.

To the wall

I stare for answers,

for my sins and misdeeds,

piling up, 
my rights 
and wrongs 

the things I’ve said,

responsibilities prolonged.

Lethargy and Melancholy,

no other feeling than with familiar friends,

I breath a relief;

I sigh,

Won’t someone ask what’s on the corners of my mind?

02/06/13