It's hard to take these days
Hours crawl
Minutes drag
Moments have no meaning
Cup after cup of caffine
Drag after drag of nicotine
Brother clock reads 5:33
A dot declares it to be of the AM
In thruth it's 4:33
But who cares what a clock says
When you've nowhere to be
No one to talk to
Nothing to do
A single person sits
Cuddled up in blankets
Snuggling with pillows
Speaking to only those
Who can't talk
Lord Pen
Goddess Papirus
Accompany this journey
Never saying a word
Never uttering a sylabol
Darkened memories
Flash back quickly
A simple reminder
You chased them away
You did it yourself
You're alone
Now write about it
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