Night Poem

Regret pools at my feet as I cough up black, gooey resignation... Gravity in league with darkness pulls me ever-closer to my glorious end. The hateful clock sneers at me as it distracts me once again from my righteous indignation... And I once again put pen to paper; writing the insignificant little story of my life... As I breathe in the thick summer air, night falls like a swift blanket, smothering the hateful day's light like a smoldering candle. And I shall begin again...