a study toward sonnet #256 by FisherKingKQJ
To the workaday schedule you adhere,
But you'd like to sleep another half hour,
When your night owl ch'i is at a nadir
I rouse you sullen if not outright sour.
My mind read you can read, you've that power,
I can guess you toy with suicide by cop
Ahead of a blush in a steaming shower,
Where your black, crazy feelings you drop.
You've made bold career moves, but a prop
Or a walker for your spine you pine for
Too embarrassed to go over the top
To enquire for help more and more and more.
I've brought in latte bowls and mousetraps
On a tray to soothe away routine relapse.
On a tray to soothe away routine relapse.
On a tray to soothe away routine backtrack.
On a tray to soothe away routine falter.