Ennui
It’s today
Like any day
Like yesterday
like the other day
Unwilling to get out from the bed
A flock of blackbirds flies overhead
Wake up with fatigue plot the day
Ahead and back to the everyday
I do my work with quiet unrest
The unrest that rests daily on my chest
Every common raises stress
The recession of impress.
When the mist of the day nests
On my head, I feel damned exhausted
I sleep, a corpse-like, compressed
To wake up the other day
Unwilling to get up out from the bed
Like yesterday
Like any day
It’s today.
So-calledpoetry of Biba @2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 