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Sleep seems so innocent.

Except when you want it so badly

that everything

you do is mired

in slow tired movements.

Yet to go

back to bed

requires your brain

to let go

and these days

it fills my heart

with every

anxiety persistent threat

I have ever known.

Fantasies impure.

Impulses firing.

Strength disappearing.

Lust rising.

Delusions of emotions.

Happy Corporate

give Chocolates Away day.

Sentimentality not withstanding.

Trauma or Joy.

Either and both

may be passed along.

Knowingly or Unknowingly.

Our mistakes haunt us.

Our love connects us.

Prince or pauper

we are all human

and all deserve being here.

Sleep.

Sleep in.

Wake up.

Waking up.

Breakfast and Coffee.

Choking not recommended.

And of we go to the rest of the day.

Filler.

Goes up to full.

But is it full of filler

or a filler that is full?

Phone calls done.

Food provided.

Coffee still desired.

Cleaning the house?

I wonder how long I can go

before it becomes critical?

When the world closes in on me

As I try to get things done.

Yet motivation is lacking

And I find myself drifting aimlessly.

The desire to finish through to the end

usually fails halfway through.

Am I lazy?

No.

But I am depressed.

If I do not talk to you for a year

I will try to call on Christmas.

You are my Family

and even if we are far apart

I want you to know I am still here!

Is it evil to wash someone’s clothes

just so they can not go home?

In this frigid weather

it might just be the logical choice.

Is a weekly chore.

Or should be.

Not a monthly or daily chore.

Unless you live alone

or have children who like to make messes.