Exiled

There is an
Early fate
In wasting
Time.
Or at least
Wasting my
Time.
There are echoes and
Shouts from the void.
I toss and turn
In my sleep.
My dog and cat have
Little boundaries when
It comes to
New people.
Why choose me?
I don’t blame you if you
Want to go.
The glass doesn’t glimmer…
It’s covered in cobwebs.
I drink coffee like it’s
Going out of style.
Zero sugar drinks and green smoke
Is all I do
Besides writing penny poems
For you.