I cry when I think of the state of things
see the protests
the twisted reports
they are not violent
they are not wrong

it makes me so tired
but you must force yourself
to stay awake

I’m sick
nose running all over the place
and hungover
from all the wine last night
but at least I wasn’t drink alone
for once

yet I know I shouldn’t sleep
I can’t brush this away
the anger and shame
that will only dissipate
if I allow myself to dream

too caught up in my own life
my struggles that suddenly
feel so trivial

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