Alarm clock
squawks
and mocks
mercilessly
at that
precise moment
I’ve finally surrendered
heart and soul
to good night’s sleep.
So
I awake
defeated
unrested.
Similar Posts
Postcard to Tomorrow
Hey, You Old Fart, Can you believe we made it this far? Our secret? Laughter, love, and a daily dose of bacon, salty snacks, and sugary drinks. At least we’re here and we’re… what were we talking about? Each wrinkle? A trophy. Each silver strand? A sparkle. And every laugh line? Proof we did something…
Fulfillment
It’s not about the satisfaction of doing something difficult. It’s not about the ability to say “I did that.” It’s not about the pride in not giving up. It’s not about proving a point to anyone. It’s not about seeking validation from others. It’s not about collecting accolades and trophies. It’s not about comparing yourself…
The Power of Revision in Writing
I hate this poem. At the time it was posted, though, I probably thought it was brilliant. Looking back, I can see why. I was exhausted. Not poetic exhaustion. Real exhaustion.
Sleeping Woes
Herbie,
my comfort hamster
moonlights
as a sleep consultant.Discernment
Down the hole I crawl,Echoes of “Drink Me” and “Eat Me” callTo a domain where tastemakers reign,Truth a hostage in the hawkers’ game. Screens glow with Wonderland’s guise,Truths and lies meet earnest eyes.“Shrink waist,” “Build jawline,” they boldly claim,A mad tea party of deceit and shame. Through Cheshire’s broad, grim grin,Reality’s walls crumble thin, thin,…
4 Comments
Oldest