Writing

I don’t care,

I’m failing all my classes, my life

I have tasks to do,

two of them, three, four, I’m buried

The weight is crushing me,

I open my eyes, glancing around me,

the world is dripping with shades of grey,

my glasses have disappeared.

My eyes are open, the rose is gone,

The pristine white sheet burns into my eyes,

blank, like the thoughts in my head,

It’s daunting, mocking, empty.

I want to be able to do something, anything,

The ball kept rolling,

Spinning in circles,

Spiralling up the tree,

Again and again. 

The cycles never finished,

I’m scared I’ll keep on standing at a grave

of someone who isn’t dead.

That i’ll miss you forever 

even when I know you won't,

I live in the city of Minneapolis. Like most cities, there’s light pollution, car noises, and all the other things we associate with cities.