Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Poetry: Just Sitting

I'm just sitting here
Chewing some food I can't taste
Is it even food if it provides no pleasure?
What is the nutritional benefit of thoughtlessness?
I'm not thinking these things
I'm not thinking at all
Just staring at my unused butter knife
Stuck on the gleam of its surface
Like a crow after something glossy
Would I appreciate life more as a bird?
It is probably inevitable that I would come to moments like this
Ignoring the past and focusing on the absence
It drives my presence.

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