Stasis

a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium

On quiet days

I chew a piece of bread

until it tastes sweet

then flavourless again

I stare at the wall

and beg the clock to

speed up

rewind

or simply drop its hands

altogether

I don't think of you

The last dregs of resentment

have long seeped into the 

floorboards

as I slept

unaware

In their place

there is nothing 

and all is still

Author's Note

Any and all feedback welcome and appreciated. The spelling of flavourless is intentional, I'm Canadian. The website wouldn't save my spacing between paragraphs for some reason.

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Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I like your poem rmarr. The way that your well chosen, gentle, flowing style of writing suits the subject of the poem is very clever.
All the best,
Alan

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes nothing is better than something, especially when that something is resentment.