Cigarettes aren’t good,

For the body.

Neither is stress,

Nor much caffeine.

My books lie unfinished;

The clock ticks away.

Tick tock..

Tick tock..

Time runs away…

Days just blend,

Into each other..

As big spirals of smoke,

Float upwards and away…

The dishes are dirty,

I want some tea.

There aren’t any biscuits,

The milk can’s empty.

Tick tock..

Tick tock..

Time ticks away…

I still haven’t written,

A poem for today…

© Jay Kaushal

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s