It’s late at night
My heart beats fast
I lie awake and wonder
How long it will last
I think of my daughter
And my son and my wife
And the economy and saving
And what will end my life
The thing I didn’t fix
The wrong I couldn’t right
The words that I wasted
As we tick past midnight
It might have been caffeine
It might have been the pain
It might be that I’m counting
The drops of falling rain
But it goes more quickly now
Fatigue wins much more often
Sleep is no longer an enemy
Insomnia no longer my coffin
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