My hair grows into tangled knots And my skin grows rough and dull The sun rises in the summer sky But I hide in my room I hide from the light, the day and the sun Having an affair with my bed, that lasts till the dawn of night I rest amid stale clothes, stale food and a soul If you ask me, I have so many things to do My lifelong plans sleep here In the notebook of truths untrue Like others, I have also climbed the ladder of pursuit “What must become of you?” Whispers my inner voice This is the perpetual struggle But I win, I sleep Till the night comes, and I rise. They call me an artist But today I am only painting my own lies Amid stale clothes, stale food and a soul I try to unveil my demise Just waiting till the dawn of night Published in Daily Times, July 13th 2018.