Poetry: Another Day
Another day
Hello Xanax my old friend
I've come to swallow you again
Beneath the shadow this desk lamp
It seems today has just not gone my way
But it was the same old shit today
That always gets me this way
So there you shall remain
In a drawer for another day
In a day where I was so ignored
Waiting to be taken seriously
At this damned office
Credit stolen from me
Recognition I shall never receive
Seems I just might have to try another day
For the appreciation stolen away
But in the dark of night I see
Another opportunity stolen from me
He waltzes right in
And sweeps her off her feet
So away I shall be
Drinking up all the whiskey
Hoping for another chance
Even just to dance
But somedays its just not enough
So back I sit
Rocking in a corner
Muttering to myself
One day, one day
Things just may go my way
But no
Another sip of whiskey
And another
Tears just fall onto the floor
Wondering what it’s all for
So to my bed I will slink
Feeling I have had just one to many to drink
And as I drift to sleep
I know tomorrow this will keep
A practice that I may not escape
Until the day I am greeted with eternal sleep
© 2017 David