Ria Naidu
Hong Kong
The curtains were drawn,
Not a speck of light to be seen amongst the shade
And strewn with pillows and blankets
Remained an unkempt bed
She unfurled her somnolent body
Upon the mattress on which she laid
Letting out a long exasperated sigh
She was filled with a sense of dread
To retire from the solace of one’s bed
Seemed almost unbearable
Yet to turn a blind eye to one’s commitments
Was most definitely disgraceful
Weary-eyed and worn out
She attempted to make her way to the dressing table
Only even a task as effortless as this
Seemed like such a handful
She collapsed back into the catastrophic mess
That she referred to as her bed
And tugged on her filthy woolen blanket
So that it would cover her head
“Today is just not my day,”
She despairingly said.
