[Calann]: 135.Poetry.Ode to apathy

Sit still
in this dusty room
listening as the old clock
goes...
tick, tick, tick
and watching yet
another hour pass

Outside, the sky
darkens by the minute
Shapes become indistinct.
The nightly concert of
a thousand little birds
is playing to deaf ears
inside the head there is
only static, a white noise
so very... silent.

Tired eyes close
for just a second
before the dawn breaks
and the cruel light explodes
with a shrill sound
Another day has begun.

Falling back
and hiding from the sun
hold everything at bay and...
sleep some more.