Monday, December 21, 2020

Bad Poetry Monday

 Insulation

by Redacted

My home is warm and dry
The elements are all controlled by us
Air in the ducts
Water in the pipes
Fire in the flicker of the candle
And Earth stacked on earth to protect me from the dark
I want to tell you what I think about 
When I eat my food alone
I want to tell them why I'm here
And why I always save my bones for dogs
That died a long long time ago.
It's habit
And it protects me from that other element
That I fear most.
Time.