I Sit Alone…

William Bradley

 I sit alone in a white circle

Enclosed in a black box

I sit lonely and cold

My life confused

Left or right…up or down…whom do I choose

Slow does the merry go round

Kids cheer in the back…I love you mom

I spray starch to get the wrinkles out

I apply heat, but my life stays wrinkled like a shirt

Maybe my iron is broke

Do I need more heat?

Or is my life that much like a linen shirt and not that of wrinkly free khakis?

Commentary: This is one of those off the wall poems that the reader may not get, hell I am not sure if I even get it. I was just sitting at my desk watching the cursor blink and I started to write and this is what I came up with.