the clock still blinks <br />from a recent power outage <br />it's eerie green blue light casting <br />shadows of the wrong time <br />in regular increments on my walls. <br /> <br />sounds of apathetic people <br />waft from upward <br />filling me with sickness enough <br />to turn stomachs like old engines <br />slowly, desperately <br />very deliberately. <br /> <br />it's times like these <br />when mediocrity starts to sneak up <br />that i'll wonder if you're <br />still asleep in loves wake... <br />with tides of smoke washing over your face <br />or if you're content in your wanderings? <br /> <br />deciding to fix the clock <br />with nostrils burning, throat in coils <br />my mind never once leaves <br />your smile<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopeless-upon-my-bed/
