lonely window rain

My mind runs in obsessive, concentric circles.

I cry into my coffee and hope

the bitterness isn’t too much.

Skin fills the space between my fingers.

I shudder at my own body

and try not to see.

I am weary of life’s sinusoid.

The up and down and never knowing

where I will land.

I am discontent,

and for once,

I would like constancy.

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One Response to Discontentment

  1. vimal says:

    🙂 i think we all want that.

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