Streamers
I wake up
Eyes fuzzy, brain muddy
The world bombards each of my senses with noise
But as I calm
And I sit up from my rest
My empty grey room greets me
I look around
And there’s nobody in sight
Exactly like every day
I whisper to myself
My daily mantra
“What day is it, why am I here?”
But as if upon cue
Some streamers fall down
And noise fills my ears once again
Balloons hit the floor
A cake lands in my lap
And sparklers spin out from the walls
So I guess
I have something to celebrate
I dig into the cake
It tastes like cakes do
I have no complaints but no praise
But now that I’m done
And the sparklers have burnt
All of my interest has waned
As quick as they came
The decorations vanish
As if whisked away by a ghost
And now that I stare
Back at these grey walls
My heart sinks a little too low
I had gotten used
To the absence of colour
And the emptiness filled with just air
But now that I’ve had
That brief encounter with hope
It’s like I’m left back at the start
I don’t know when I’ll leave
Or when I arrived
But I know that I can’t stay for long
Or soon my eyes will
Adjust to the grey
And the streamers will look just like mould
a poem by me















