It is 4:29pm, and I am still

in bed.

The taste of vodka rots

on the back of my tongue,

and the sun has already begun

to set

outside my window.

It is 4:29pm, and my head is

pounding.

The new year is

upon us,

with its stack of unread books

languishing

beside my bed,

and its untouched spiral notebook

open

on my lap.

It is 4:29pm,

and on this first day of a new three-hundred-and-sixty-five

days,

I will not see

the sun.

 

This poem was written as part of the 365 Challenge – for more info and a full list of themes, please visit this entry.