Short Overslept Poems
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My cluttered mind
Overslept
Late for work again
Let go
Kids to feed
Bills to pay
Tired, so tired
What to do?
Why me?
Disappointing them again
Repeat
What’s the matter with me?
Zelda, that tired old witch, she overslept
No surprise, with the late hours she kept
Panicked, Zelda grabbed her broom
Off to scare children she'd zoom
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Fate intervened on this day
I overslept... missed my train.
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Not a soul survived.
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I have a headache because I overslept.
I overslept because I did not want to wake up.
I did not want to wake up because there is little here that I enjoy.
There is little here that I enjoy because what is here is fake and I am real.
Am I real?
Is Alchemy real?
I have a headache because I overslept.
Meeting Attendees
They arrive at seven.
The morning early birds.
Hoping for donuts probably.
There are none.
Two slide in the back visibly late at 7:40.
This meeting ends at 7:45.
One says she overslept.
The other makes some inane excuse about going back home for her lunch.
Same two every week, same excuses.
It's always a battle,
Everyday is,
Always a battle,
Between life and death,
I forgot something,
I didn't check before leaving,
I didn't look before going,
Everyday's like this,
I didn't eat,I overeat,
I overslept, I under slept,
I haven't moved, yet I'm so tired,
Always like this, everyday is,
Incase you're asking,
What depression looks like,
It is like this,
Everyday is,
Quickly wake up, shower and shimmy
You're late for work and kids for school!
Eventually arriving, settling into the routine
Suddenly you realise you forgot something at home!
All's a mess, again you overslept!
Traffic's just crazy, your hairs a disaster
Barely time to breathe, let alone eat!
Afternoon pickups, late for hockey practice
Its homework and laundry, then off to bed
Awaiting the bustle that's sure to aggravate!
This trauma, I promise to remember.
I wonder if in December…
By the time presents arrive.
If I will still feel deprived.
Of a better past year.
Renewal of the past is what I fear.
But for now, the present has captured us all.
In a photo, that I will bind to this wall.
So when I enter the year and beyond.
I can look back at a treatment that I am fond.
Unlike the times I overslept.
In that dingy delirium that I left.