Tomorrow Looms

Tomorrow approaches
My eyes are heavy and
wanting to close
Long blinks to end
a long day
But my mind
refuses to tuck into
It’s very content to
play games with
what if and
I look to a blacked out
ceiling for help
But I’m met
with the constant woosh
from the fan and
impassive darkness
Nocturnal torture
laughing at my
silly human need
for rest and
For answers and
For a scenario where
I’m not fucked up
and my own body
isn’t trying to kill me
Tomorrow looms
and I haven’t
even recovered from


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