Quietude

###Quietude

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The mind aches,

life has seeped into stillness.

The chair ponders.

The ceiling fan with a gaze like God's.

 

There are wars being fought,

and lands being conquered:

the starving termites pound

at the creaking wood with rusty teeth.

 

A melancholy song pours:

pattering tapwater blends

into the whiteness of the sink.

The cold, unforgiving clock ticking.

 

There's a world outside,

and one in closed spaces:

I called in sick again.

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