Loss of focus
Empty beer cans
Anger leads to hate
This is pointless
It should have never started
This conversation ends
Where it begins
Weary eyed, wrinkled shirt,
misplaced devices and messed up hair.
Another morning lost to a sleepless night,
a night shuddered in with optimism, but
disabled by the appearing sun.
I should have listened to my body and slept,
but my mind had plans of its own.
Plans that never end in compromise.