Poetry For Everyday People
No One To Call
Here we are
at four eleven a.m.
trying to get through
another night,
heart beating fast,
mind racing,
stress eating us
like a snack,
where's the sun
when you need it,
too early, too late,
for a drink,
gotta get through
hell's darkness,
maybe get a slice
of cheese pizza
tomorrow
and laugh about
the pain.
at four eleven a.m.
trying to get through
another night,
heart beating fast,
mind racing,
stress eating us
like a snack,
where's the sun
when you need it,
too early, too late,
for a drink,
gotta get through
hell's darkness,
maybe get a slice
of cheese pizza
tomorrow
and laugh about
the pain.
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