poem

More Regrets and Disillusions 

Posted by Srilata on

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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