ELEGY Poem: Shut the door shut up kill the lights, ahhh, by Ian MacMenamin

I stopped going to work.
Then I stopped meeting friends,
finding reasons to go outside,
eventually, time became my plaything,
and I watched my furniture and plants breathe
with great jealousy, plates and cups were carried around
and placed in unlikely constellations for the unknown observer
the way comets and entire planets are carried around
by the gods in old myths.
Everything moved and kept moving
even when I asked kindly to stop,
when I felt my veins burn and pop
and bled out on the floor
as tomorrow crept in through the bolted door.

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