I sat at a window and stared at the sky,
noticed a blue tit prying a worm from the ground.
I settled to read The Catcher in The Rye,
and yet no inner peace could be found.
I bought a newspaper and read of war,
lethargically skipped to the back page.
The innocent dying to settle a financial score,
but no manifestation of rage.
Opened the post, another rejection letter,
“sorry we will not be giving you an appointment”.
Resided to eat my microwave dinner,
no atmosphere of disappointment.