Lost Time

Insomnia is a b***h

Eyes open to the sun
My day begins
As the day ends
Six o'clock in the evening

One hour to go
Till the bell rings
Striking for oil
Late into the night

The bell rings again
Some leave, some stay
Eleven o'clock at night
The noon of the moon

Two more hours pass
A third chime from the bell
More people leave
Leaving only a few behind

This is my stop
One o'clock in the morning
Time to hang up the gloves
And drive off into the night

A dim glow awaiting me at home
Parents, long asleep
My bed, awaiting my return
But I delay the plunge

Shower, shave, and clean
Surely now I'm ready to dream
"Nah" I tell myself again
Indulging other escapades

It varies night to night
A phone call with a certain dove
On the grind to finish a game
Lusting over some naked woman on a screen

Tonight it's poetry again
My way of leaving a record
Emotions memorialized in time
I will remember where I came from

7 o'clock as the sun rises
The moon says goodbye
I say the same to my consciousness
Only to return at the end

I am dead while the world lives
So many missed people
All of that lost time
Where did it go?

Awakening in the twilight
I sigh in defeat
No time for remorse
Work starts in one hour

Reviews

[Lorry]

No time for remorse either way, as we are all slaves to the chasing of tails that work is, whatever it is.
The only glimmer being that you escape the 9 to 5, but that in itself doesn't give you more hours on the clock. How do we fit it all in, what do we miss out on while doing something else and amongst the to do list, we often forget any time to "for me", just to be, think, ponder.
Enjoyed where this took me, but it's Sunday... Gotta go put the bins out, do some chores, review, write and get ready for the week ahead, that always arrives whether ready or not 😀

[Mr. Malarkey]

It sure does! :) The whole thing is like a massive puzzle you have to try and fit into a 24 hour window, and sometimes the pieces won't fit comfortably. My life for instance, for the past 2 weeks I go into work at 7pm and get out at 1am, did some activity until way later since my brain was too active to sleep, and then I went to bed too late, woke up, and didn't have time to do anything besides get ready for work again.

This coming week is going to be even worse, cause now I'm staying to 3:30am all week AND classes are starting, so I legit don't have as much time as I want lol. It's a struggle for sure!

[Dylan S]

This poem made me think of all the times I woke up early but could not go back to sleep. And how poetry is how I express my emotions in these difficult times as well. Sometimes every day seems like another cycle of pain. But the little things bring me joy. I have to show strength and make it through.

[Mr. Malarkey]

Yeah, I feel the same about a lot of things. Little bits of memory that make up daily life from all sorts of mini events. Sometimes I wish I had more time in the day to do things, sometimes I wish I had less. It's like an imbalance