Into The Night

How the night seems to drag on
When everything seems uncertain and your
Mind won’t stop bitching about failures
During the day-
Television seems so mindless and cigarettes
That are chain smoked out of boredom, beer so
Bitter sweet, and the sounds of the night time world
Filling my soul with rich good sadness-
Thoughts of her and god all cutting through the
Buzz I’ve been holding onto all night like some holy
Remnant of a life hardly lived-
I just need it to go dark for a time, try for nothingness,
And once I become nothing perhaps my nerves could calm
Down for once-
This is my sleep deprivation.