Without Purpose
- Monica Rios Reyes
- Oct 17, 2021
- 1 min read
Dull days begin early.
Usually with a cup of coffee.
It's been a long journey.
Days consist of sitting
on a rundown sofa.
Hours knitting
with its
moldy aroma.
Days are spent wishing
I had a different persona.
Murmurs of an old
television echo.
It seems my memories are getting narrow.
Through rooms of peeling paint.
It seems that the only task left,
is watering the
lifeless garden plants.
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