Didn’t believe it would ever come to this
As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks
The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory
Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…
Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …
Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Looking at the clock, he shuddered
All the time he thought he had had evaporated
That left him wondering if sleep would have to be optional
Even though deep down he knew that was so so so wrong
Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
*Not autobiographical
Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing
And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth
Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though
Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.
Hello there. I am glad you came today to look at my little poem
I hope you will come by tomorrow for a longer, more in-depth one
Leaving for the last minute is totally my style
And I usually can make it work
Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow
Except it was due last week. Oops!
You open your mouth wide open
And nothing but air and odd noises escape
Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world
Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep
So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
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