Poem

Midnight has come to me again.

The clock says, just 3:10.

How, can it seem this way,
That midnight can last 4 damn days?

Out of bed, to not wake her sleep,

Shorts on in the dark, kitchen I creep

Just 2 shots - as Petty’s sang- “to kill the pain”
Go to sleep there’s bills not paid. 

I’m tired of missing my family,
I’m sick of missing so many things.

How can it seem this way?
That midnight last for 4 damn days

I just pray those killed the pain. 


Midnight … here once more and
This morning can’t let work suffer more

Papers done? Where they remembered ?… When did I set up that appointment?

Maybe I can manage later… 
I need just 4 more for good measurement.


If I go in, can I zone through the ride?
No my love you cannot drive. 

Midnight found its way darker —- “I think I”ll lay here, floor.”

Bed has been ours 16 years,
You at least shouldn’t have to clean it with your tears. 

Why does this midnight feel this way?
Where do I go to fix dismay?

That snake and stick is for when I’m sick
Never was told where, when I think “to my ear and click”!

Waited on the list for 6months a week. 

No openings yet, you can’t be seen…

That snake and stick must just be…
I guess…

Thank you, we will hope and see.