Water Bottle and a Bed (poem)

When left to its own devices, my mind panics

Suspects, associates

Fabricates patterns

None justifiable

But that’s what happens when you’re left

With a water bottle and a bed.

 

I opened the door again, the first time in a month

Only to find she had tried to visit

Did she seek comfort, or know I sought it?

No matter, she’s long gone

Sympathy shatters no barriers today, so here I remain

With a water bottle and a bed.

 

How did text comfort me the most?

Can I convey the same effect?

With little provocation, only a few gentle words are needed

But still nothing plastic and bedding can provide

So leave the bottle, climb out of bed, open the door

Drink fresh water, sit outside and learn to live without walls.

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