The Weight of Numbers

The bank called today, a shadow unfurled,

red ink outlines a storm in this world.

The chair creaks under weight of my thought,

calculating the ghosts of what I have bought.

In the café, strangers’ laughter erupts,

sipping their coffee while my heart interrupts.

Each sip a reminder of what I owe,

a sum that hangs heavy, a sinking shadow.

Their voices blend, a musical sting,

while I wrestle with figures that make my head ring.

I glance at a crumpled receipt, it’s clear,

the weight of these numbers is sharper than fear.