Tetriminos

Duties were tormenting me
like Tetris pieces raining
at an impossible speed.
I made chamomile tea,
and waited
for the “GAME OVER” sign.

A man with no face
went to the edge of chaos
once I fell asleep.
He demanded a blanket
from the winter, a song
from Mercury, and a smile
from me.
And arranged them beautifully
without gaps
like Tetriminos making a line,
and disappearing
as I woke up.

2017-07-09T00:32:36+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |