Day Sleeper

My coffee lies in front of me, cold and untouched

I’ll go back, it’s there when I hang my head

I take a belt to help migraines from the onset

He winced at the sting lingering in my jargon

Like many other effects in this wasted life of mine

My coffee is abandoned and forgotten

A grudge as cold and bitter as the contents of my mug

It fills my heart and overtakes my previously hopeless studies

I stare at my pillow across the room left for me

The irony of my condition is not lost on me

Loneliness and depression keep me up at night

I look to not serving in the harsh hours of daylight

Despair and sadness from this reality of mine

It seems to be increasingly soft and charming darkness

Yet it is the isolation and ineffectiveness of this nightlife

It keeps me from the caring company I crave

These hours bring out the artist in me, the soul of a singer

But what I guarantee is the same hours


That very weakness accentuates the poignancy of my condition

When the rest of the world is eager to succeed

I eagerly follow the sleeping world away from their achievements

I’ll take another belt and embrace the bitterness in my lingo

It matches my soul and seems to fit right now

There is no sweetener to remove

This sourness that lives in my soul is so dark

I look at my pillow again at the other end of this

Too brightly lit and empty my room

My pillow tempts me and I respond to its temptation

My coffee earlier clumped with mine again

Long-forgotten dreams and bournes

Only productive hours of daylight can bring that

My head hits the pillow and it’s decided

Although it is harder and colder in the daylight

It serves as a memorial to my crunches

I close my eyes and embrace my fate as an internee

Contained in this cell of tone — resentment and remorse

I look past the darkness behind my lids and embrace willingly

All too temporary, but a welcome release

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