Poetry

Chocolate Cupcakes

Lying in bed

Wondering if sleep will come

And dreams with it

Or nightmares…

I made it to 1515 at work

Before wanting to slit my wrists

Or someone’s throat

I call that progress

Now, I’m on a high

Filled with good food

Wine, chocolate cupcakes

An episode of Star Trek

The perfect end

To a mediocre day

To any day, actually

But, I fear the end

That sleep will bring

So, I lie awake

Wondering…

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