Good Night
Suppose that I laze upon a swimming pool:
I am hooked around a donut ring, living the good life:
People drink juice with me, never wilting under the glare.
Suppose-next- that I pace my room,
Not really sure what people talk about outside.
Suppose one to be true, the other a lie,
I think something important would be drowned deep inside—
But the feeling that I am being kept alive by so many different people:
It keeps me afloat even as I go to sleep at night.
I lose the power of speech every time I go to bed:
Past sunny skies and loom dark worlds ahead.
I want to die vaguely, with the closing of an eye:
With no friends around me. But even that is a lie.
Copyright © Mina Turi Kustas | Year Posted 2021
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