Carpet

Somehow you know,

it is in you to know.

somehow you must know, 

That my handwriting has changed.

Somehow, it is in you to know,

the position i am in.

Curled up alone with a bruised nose.

Thinking of leaving, thinking of you.

And so the aperture isn't right.

There's been an over exposure.

I'm a waste of any film,

There is no image here to speak of.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the ending.