The Poetry Snapshot: Another Corner of the Bedroom

I walk into my bedroom tonight.
Like second nature after a long, busy day,
I get up to turn off the light
and scroll my time and confidence away.

But the fan on the ceiling distracts me.
The blades create a patterned shadow on the walls
and the breeze touches my face lightly.
Have I not felt this before?

And then I am bothered by the crooked lamp on the table.
A soft buzz emanates from the fluorescent static
and it stands there mocking me with its instability.
Have I not seen this before?

Finally my eyes wander over to a marathon medal.
The shiny bronze engraving hangs on a white and blue ribbon
and makes a systematic click every so often.
Have I not heard this before?

 Source: One Point Perspective Drawings

I get up to turn off the light,
Like second nature, I assume.
But as I sit on the floor
in another corner of the room,
I realize this is not home.


Student studying business and minoring in community action and social change. This is a collection of my poetry and photography to express the unsaid thoughts and unseen emotions around us.

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