Hello All. Todays prompt was to write a poem of negation, to describe something by what it’s not. After an 11 hour work day, here is my poem.
Sleep I implore you, The sheets they await Let me restore you Curl up for it’s late These are not your ceilings This is not your floor The mirror reflects your feelings But a keycard opens the door Inner cupboards always Starkly bare as bone The outer narrow hallways Repetitions of alone No mail piles the desktop To testify life happened in A space fronting a truck stop This must be a Brampton Inn
