Living Alone – New Poem (1st Draft)

Living Alone


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.