Napowrimo 2020 Day 17- Waiting

17 April 2020, Category: poetry


My former body is discarded over
a plastic chair, abandoned to
numbness. Now I am these walls,
the vending machine in the corner
humming its constant mantra,
the flicker of that strip light
spelling out a morse code psalm,
the runes of mould creeping over
each ceiling tile. Aeons vanish.

I try to affect some small change.
Three thousand years or thereabouts
pushing at the door, another hundred
attempting to disturb the leaflets
which remain stubbornly motionless.
So this is eternity, the room thinks,
still, peaceful and yet repellent.


Prompt was “The Waiting Room” from Apples and Snakes on Instagram


Subscribe for Automatic Email Updates

* indicates required