irregular sleep and nauseous encounters
leave a stale breathe to bemuse the company
so rather
I stay awake, gulp down a dark roast
and go on my way to the place I call home
inebriated I drive (ridiculously) faithful
and even in the face of fear, terrorizing
encapsulating angst
I stride on, forward into the unknown
outlasting today in search of tomorrow
though the two have seemed to coalesce
and the anger and the frustration I
experience daily will be hushed to a faint whisper
like the crickets that lull me to sleep
on a summer's night
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