the best laid plans
are the ones
that get away
a quiet weekend
became missed chances
spiraling depression
a wall
between the words
i can see
and
the ability
to write them
i am glad
it is almost over
because
i don’t know
if i could take
another day
of it
all i want
is sleep
and
peace of mind
a win
would be great
but they get
fewer and farther between
a fifth of whiskey
would do the trick
but responsibilities mean
living with things
that are
out of hands
that grasp at clouds
but catch nothing
but spiders
Drank your whiskey for you ❤️ Cheers
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