alone in a near empty room | poem

poetry

the apple remains 
motionless 
in a bowl otherwise 
empty 
of sustenance. 
the books cram into wood 
like dirt-poor commuters 
unrecognised on a carriage:
where words no longer pour out
occupy a shelf like neglect. 

the here and ever present
stand alone. 
echoes of tall stories 
a future full of alibis. 
sat alone in a still 
motionless room
ink drips …