It’s hard to feel things
when you’ve spent years
numbing everything
with fiction and booze,
patching up wounds
with stale bread.
All I hear is dead rockstars
playing intimate gigs in my head,
while I stare
at the only canvas painting
I have ever made.
Its cakey acrylic blend
attempts to be
a psychedelic emblem
but instead,
an unfulfilled dream
is staring back at me.
The day requires I engage with my past,
but all I want to do is binge Netflix.
Louiza Lazarou is a poet from Nicosia, Cyprus. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Brighton, and has since been a part of Megan Falley’s Poems That Don’t Suck community. Her work has been published in independent Cypriot journals. She runs on coffee. (@floortimewithloui on instagram)