By Andrew R. Duckworth

Nothing to do,
Nothing to see,
If not for the approaching sunset.
A numb day,
No emotion,
Just existence in a dim room.
Sometimes, it is nice not to think,
Not to feel.
Other times, I begin to feel guilty.
And then the sunset comes,
And I realize what a wasted day it was
With nothing to do,
Nothing to see,
No emotion,
A numb day.