Blah

Everything is so still/ time drips slowly,

stagnation scares me to death,

as empty as a house on the market –

walls lined with cords unplugged.

Where are you wellbeing? Do I have to report you

missing?

Adrift in a sea of grey,

the realtor locked the door,

uninspired,

a blank canvas – its not deep here anymore.

The coordinates don’t line up and my globe lies heavy

with 86 kgs of unfulfilled dreams.

Reach out, feel the warmth, start the line, breathe

life…

…wake up as pencil with no lead