Lying on my broken bed,
wondering what to do instead.

How to pass the time away,
while others all go out to play.

Staring up and at the ceiling, 
nothing looks too appealing.

Past the door into the hall,
hopefully I will not fall.

Down the stairs, taken in pairs,
hurry! There is no time to spare. 

Open the door into the light,
but I truly only see the night.

I gaze up at the afternoon sky,
hoping that I do not cry.

Turning to go back up the stairs,
hoping that nobody cares.

Back into the dark bedroom,
only thinking of impending gloom.

Lying on my broken bed, 
wondering what to do instead. 




kap
7/2015