Inertia

 Light flutters

Over your face

Like dusty

Moths’ wings

Disappearing

Into the darkness

That wraps its

Itchy cloak

Around scratchy

Eyes

Stoic stubble

Forgotten for days

Rises up

Razor- less and undefeated

It crazes the mirror

Into a thousand

Careless gazes

That stare blankly,

Dumb to the words

On paper,

Devoid of meaning.