In That Popcorn Ceiling

Head high in the popcorn ceiling

Watching something on my phone horizontally

At the highest volume within seconds of dawn

The asbestos stares back viciously

Where tapestries once hung 

Where those phantoms that still linger

Leaving behind old sentiments

While my brain is in the wrong ZIP code

I ain’t got a lot to do with a heavy head

I still go to bed just a little before noon

Hoping to wake up at a reasonable time 

It won’t matter if the curtains stay closed

Regardless if it’s December or June

Can’t decide when to shower

Because I’m afraid I might drown

Can’t decide if to eat

Because I don’t want to choke

It’s just all the monotony 

That comes with this autonomy 

And all I’m left to do is keep myself afloat

I wish that I could

Find the things I can’t see

Like love and a hobby

So I could become the person I want to be 

No more phantoms even in adversity

So maybe just maybe

No more apparitions watching back

In that popcorn ceiling

© Niklen 8/7/22