Cold sheets
wake you in the morning
the crispness now cutting
the white too glaring
deep breaths here
today’s another day
and nothing is better
nothing is worse
it is
it is
the mewing of the cat
the rattle of the nothing
it just is
It cuts in here
the fort of bed
protection from the outside world
it cuts in here
but it’s all we’ve got
No one to reach for
Nothing to call out to
if a tree falls in the forest…
it just is.
Very nice! The image is clean, fresh…yet…there is terror just below the surface for me. A certain paralysis…in the face of what? Great read.