What Now?

They’ve all left
and the house is so quiet
it makes me physically ill

Sun rises bright
while birds sing their morning hymns
but all I can see is black

Day is done
and the room is empty, yet
I can still hear the voices

My head hurts
I make no move to stop it
At least I can feel something

Seven days
have passed and I have just one
last question to ask… what now?

April 22nd
Prompt: Write a What (Blank) Poem


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