Disarray

Sitting in front

of the television

for hours,

you’ve ended up

watching how to

arrange flowers.

Lost count of how

many episodes

as days turn to nights

and your brain

slowly corrodes.

Your reality is now

that screen on the wall

along with various

bottles of alcohol

that lie littered

amongst unwashed plates,

You feel ashamed

as your life deteriorates.

You have no energy

or will power,

so, alone in your chair

you cower.

If there should be

a knock on your door,

you won’t answer it,

instead you mute the TV

and then silently sit,

praying whoever it is

will go away

and not witness

this life in disarray.