It's Friday.
And I'm at work because I'm on second shift.
Spring is almost here, yet the air in Ohio is chilly like it's autumn.
I'm sitting in my Ford explorer smoking cigarettes on my lunch break.
The music on the radio *****,
and for some reason I just felt very sad.
I feel a bit empty.
And I don't know why.
I want to go for a drive as the sun sets,
but I can't.
I want to smoke a lot of **** or drink too much.
It's been a very lonely week.
This poem? ***** but I felt like I needed to write. Sorry.