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Dec 2015
what a silly cycle it is
for me to arduously switch off
between running
and running through television channels;
certainly a perfect analogy
between being perfectly ok
and moping in the absence of what would
normally be
a conversation between us.

so between 2 opposing universes of
happiness and
hopelessness,
i spin in little circles;
indecisive, almost
until one day, i break this silly cycle
and no longer see your face
glaring through the light of my
television screen,
no,
only myself;
my own reflection
in the puddles between solid ground
and my active feet.
when i run, my mind is clear of him, yet when i watch tv for hours on end, i find myself in tears by my endless thoughts.
Claire
Written by
Claire  virginia
(virginia)   
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