Who Needs It Anyway
Time is crawling by, it creeps
And this starless sky keeps
Me awake staring at blackness deep.
Perhaps I need some tea to steep
Or some shots from a barkeep.
My wife lays peacefully , rests soundly, makes not a peep.
But I’m staring at Luna glowing roundly, as darker thoughts seep.
And I wish I could get them out, they away I could sweep
Instead of feeling them all pile up in a heap.
They’re not even the ones that cause me to weep.
Just the ones that say I’m nothing, worthless, cheap.
I wish there was some benefit I could reap
From seconds secluded silently screaming, “SLEEP”.
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