Stop Looking

He looks over at his cup,
it's empty,
been that way for days.

He looks in the fridge and cupboards,
there's barely anything
left to make a filling meal.

He looks at his bank statement,
there's a negative balance
still owing.

He looks at his watch,
late again for work,
sleep deprived and sick,
but he can't afford to miss
any time.

He looks at the traffic signal,
it warns him to stop,
he does and thinks to himself
about what would happen
if he just stopped
looking.