February 2, 2026Poem
The stain
naturememoryidentitymortalitysolitude
The stain
Of coffee cups
Mar the table
Interlinked
Haphazard patterns
Enhanced
Olympic rings
The dust of yesterday
The rime of despair
The smell of rot
From the bin in the corner
Too many days left
Untended.
Unkempt
Alone with no need
Of things
The blood of life
Had long since
Ceased to matter
Unstirred by the cry
Of a magpie
The rattle of the wind
Against the window pane
There is no life out there
It is tarnished and
Unhinged
Make believe.
The stagger from one
Day to the next
Makes him wonder
How long
It will be
Before he finds his truth.