Weekend

Posted on by under Poetry and Whiskey

I like to lie in my own filth
Wilt like a flower; weak stem
Let the reality of week sink in
As I disappear into a catatonic state
Unable to face the activity of everyday life
I want to distract myself from sorrow
Procrastinate my tomorrows
Disengage and pretend everything will be ok
On the weekend

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