You wake up, and the day's done,
and midnight is past too. What
did you do with your day,
the gray hours under the clouds?
You wrote this and you wrote that,
and you drank your coffee,
and you cursed how the world
is going, and after two in the noon
you pulled a blanket between you
and the world going down the drain,
and you slept and you dreamed
and your dreams were nightmares,
mind whipped with guilt and sorrow.
And here you sit with your coffee now,
in the deep bosom of the night,
and you write this and you write that,
and under the clouds hidden in the dark
the world is going down the drain.
25.04.2023
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