will i wilt
while the tulips blossom?
deprived of pass
from others' *****?
days spent away
with the ire of the rain.
never-ending daze
into heedless, vain ways,
sapping life down the drain.

surrounded by friends
but they're not my people.
negativity neighbors
like a defiant pill.

acquainted, maybe?
but like palms in a bluff
there is no cohesion,
making the haunt oh so tough.

tomorrow will be the day
where i finally get up and say,
"i'll get things done
and not let anything go to waste."

the next day comes
and though the alarm hums,
the snooze button implores
back to my dungeon of snores.

10 a.m. comes
and though the alarm hums,
i have all day to labor
back to the sleep i savor.

although noon comes
and though the alarm hums,
my dreams are my lone escape
so why waste time awake?

3 p.m. comes
and though the alarm hums,
my mind feels lambasted.
and though i attained my slumber
less energized, more hungover,

...

half my day's been wasted.

empty promises
given and taken,
foolish desires
became forsaken.
living in my head,
where all i see is red,
dread,
and yet another friend
who left me for dead.