Today is Tuesday

In silence sat,
fleeting time,
seconds wasted
hours speant
idle
alone
not laziness
-fatigue
lost days
The price of company a long walk
communication slow and so
she refuses to go.
Another week of meaningless activity
pointless in her solitude
no bread, no milk
no money to spend
an existnace others remain oblivious to,
a vacant house on a busy street
a face staring out of a window
a glimpse soon disregarded.
The constant waiting
with little satisfaction
The sound of lonliness so loud
insomnia
fatigue
tired eyes, tired mind
tangled thoughts, memory or dream
dream i hope
guilt
for what my subconsious imagines
just a dream
my unreality
seems more real
than the last 245 hours.