Watching walls…
Awake again
With midnight creeping past
my door.
Mind awash with daylight
dread,
Thoughts unsaid,
Sad regrets.
A million ways to make amends
For slights and slashes of
the tongue,
Songs unsung or sung so much
They cannot leave my hollow
head.
Nagging hunger for a slice of
Humble pie as recompense.
Trying hard to make some
sense of
Arguments and quarrels.
Oh, the horror.
Ah, the humor.
Steeped in rumored innuendo
Meant to send no earthly
message
For the masses to ignore.
Oh, that I could clear my
head of
Past regrets,
Future frets.
Perhaps I would not find
myself alone
Awake at midnight.
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