I Guess

i guess today when you arrive
you enter the room so tired you lock the room
and switch on
and switch off the light
you sleep
and tell the world for once
you have nothing to do with it
until the next day
when it rains heavily on your roof
and the water rises
and you ask it where is the door for your next escape

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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