041510e Everything Is Time Poem by Manonton Dalan

he stop for a moment reach his pocket
came up with ipod his only companion
watching those numbers zing through
not knowing whom to talk to or text
it's been a while nobody ever called
he must be forgotten for winter cold

he found a game he started to play
the only enjoyment left i should say
he sits in the corner; sips power drink
has been keeping him awake for days
looks at his watch and shook his head
picks his backpack and rushes to the door