The Longest Sleep

The Long Sleep I had been sleeping too long hours lost in a dream of deep dissatisfaction down a well lined with failures Its depth had silt of regrets and self- disgust getting back up was a slow progress an eagle flying In a vacuum, reluctant awakening like visiting death and finding it hard to leave. This time of the year makes me nervous it is called the festive season, where to eat Christmas lunch, will there be a hotel that will take us in this fake friendship with people at the next table cheers for the New Year that begin with arguments at the taxi-rank. Dreaming would be so easier with a log fire at home something to eat and a glass of wine and the believe next year will truly be a better place