Living Alone – New Poem (1st Draft)
I find it so easy to fall
into the same, repetitive patterns.
Pick mould spots out of bread,
scrape off the ice encasing
the open packet of bean burgers
with the only clean knife that’s left.
The same, repetitive thoughts
bunch up in my head, fast, like
a badly played game of Tetris.
It’s so easy so think
I don’t need people,
that I can do without them.
But sometimes, I think there might
be a murderer in the kitchen.
So I run upstairs, leaving the light on,
then worry something will turn it off
before I reach the top.