Resting Sun

In a room dimly lit by the resting sun
Sitting there watching forgettable moments on the blank screen
Perhaps there is a joke to be made
But laughter has no place here
What have I done up to this point?
But Was I supposed to?
Still sitting there
The clock turning in a third direction
Nobody must catch me
Mother’s trust hangs on a thread
Eyes bloodshot
Did it just so I can sit there
Quiet in a room dimly lit by the resting moon

Darius Noel

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