Depressed Man In Bed....

rays of light
begin to penetrate
the holes of my
wall

light leaks
the beautiful day

but he is not
opening the windows
and the shutters
of his mind
insist on
another prolonged
sleep

there are so many
things to
do
creases of his life
to iron out

but he shall do nothing
about
all of them
there shall be no plan
no scheme
no itinerary for
the day
for the week

let life do it
what is its use
somehow?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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