Wednesday & A New Poem

The sun tormented him when he finally awoke

He coughed and he wheezed until he’d just choke

Grimacing at this poorly played joke

He pulled up the thin sheet around him to cloak

Having a faint memory of events from before

Rolling out of his bed and onto the floor

He managed to get up to open the door

Remembering something he could not ignore

How life somehow seemed to keep going by

That every truth spoken was simply a lie

Recalling all this he thought he should cry

But could only react with a deep gasping sigh

It’s my own fault, he thought to himself

The one to be blamed was always myself

Habitually placing my heart on a shelf

Not paying attention to the needs of the self

He returned to his bed to seek some more sleep

Not wanting to ponder these issues too deep

Knowing what’s sown is only what’s reaped

There’s so very little that’s worthy to keep

He fell on the mattress and clutched to his pillow

He felt that his being was beginning to billow

Imagined the corpse of a dead armadillo

And dreamt of a weeping sage colored willow

He slept to forget the rest of the noon

But awoke to that tormenting sun far too soon

Hoping to see just the light of the moon

His reality reverted to a children’s cartoon

His insanity caused him to seek some relief

Dishonesty began to be his only belief

He swore that someday he’d turn a new leaf

In the end he was robbed by a kind quiet thief