2:36am

by Mark Hopwood   Jan 7, 2018


It's 2:36am and I'm doing the dishes from 2 days ago,
My head swarms, with if onlys and should've dones and wishing I was this or that.
But it's all worthless now.
And I need to stop feeling worthless.

Music plays low in the kitchen as I wash up,
But the thoughts override it and cast it to a distant echo in the rooms undertow.
But, the music is there still.
And while it's there, there is hope.

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