Of Half Eaten Fruit

As I grow

I sleep more

hiding from

the awful taste

my insecurities leave.

A senseless joy

I find from closed eyes

as I surrender my thoughts

to the approaching night.

These days

while people laugh

and others love,

While others sit quietly

to watch clouds drift by

across blue sky

I drift too

but into midday sleep

never tired, but always hiding

in slumber, my one reprieve

even when the sun, amber

shines in the sky.

Even when I wake

the sun shines still

a reminder

of what I miss

The sky still blue

as clouds drift by

the air is now cool

evening is here.

Everything is in constant motion

My friends are laughing out there

A couple kisses somewhere

But

I lie in bed

still and sinking

forgotten

like half eaten fruit

rotting in my sheets.

I got the idea for this poem when I was eating some passion fruit and I left one for later then imagined it feeling bad and left out so I ate it. I was just about to take a nap too.