My Residence

My Residence

I’m out of typing paper

For months I didn’t wash my clothes

When I lie in my king-size bed

I keep seeing the laundry grow

I don’t enter the kitchen

A vague memory keeps me away

My piano grows dustlike every other surface

There’s nothing much to say - except

I’m stuck in this sad lonesome body

And this feeling just won’t go away

And this placethat I once called my residence

Surely falls into decay

I’ve been trying to turn off the TV

But I can’t bear the silence I hear

I bury myself in other people’s lives

And it’s not so healthy I fear

The phone has stopped ringing

And I wonder if it has been shut down

Most likely my friends have forgotten me

Or despise this self-pitying clown

I’m stuck in this sad lonesome bodyI’m watching myself fade away

And this placethat I once called my residence

Surely falls into decay