my thoughts won’t stop running
the weed’s still
what’s keeping me
still
this was supposed to be
a productive day
but now the sun’s taking
its gratutious bow
and i never even felt
the warmth
of its light
i talked myself out of
going out into this frostbitten
world again
even though it’s summertime
it can still be colder
than it is
all alone
in here