Unkempt
A Poem
My whole life just feels a little unkempt An untidy representation of a cleaner me Hair mussed, beard grown, face bereft, emotions lost, thoughts stagnant, idle
Nowhere to go, nothing to do No reason to dress, no reason to groom Just disheveled me — plates strewn, bowls piled — I am my kitchen
It’s not that I don’t care It’s just that I don't have enough energy to even think about caring more than this one sliver in my hand
Wrong socks, wrinkled shirt, stain on my sweatpants, this life I look at myself twice and pause I don’t know who I am
I used to be an upright citizen who drove a car and ate lunch Styled hair, a spray of cologne And now look at me, so unkempt
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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