The regrets keep piling up
Like stinky dishes in the sink
This festering mess
An unexpected disease.
Insecurities, fears and disillusions
Entitlement, lack of direction
This potent cocktail keeps chipping away
At the dregs of sleep that I somehow manage.
Distraction of any kind
Then the vices come to my mind
Calling me to
Imbibe. Imbibe. Imbibe.
Till my mind slurs the thoughts away
And I’ve shut up monsters,
For another day.
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©flyingonemptythoughts
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