riverwild
The hours slip by
the clock ticks
seconds
burning into my brain
the ashtray is filling up
no quitting now
maybe tomorrow
always tomorrow
shades shut tight
to keep out the dark
filling up the room
sleep evades me
always an hour away
until light slips under the door.
wonderful
It is a form of great and beautiful expression, though it implies boredom.
An experience familiar to many, I think. Well expressed 🙂