I hear echoes of my mistakes
Time moves backwards
Mocking my indiscretions
And as the distant sirens
Fade into irrelevance,
The creaking chair reminds me
I am as I've always been
My only companion resting
As I lay wide awake
Is it late or is it early?
I can't tell anymore
Even sleep is deceiving
My body's stopped healing
And rest is a luxury
That money can't buy
Indulged in my comforts,
I still lay restless
The sheets are undone
And I'm uninspired
The words are forced,
The emotions complacent
I'm losing hope or perhaps
Acknowledging that fact
It's the same process
Every night these days
Maybe hope has abandoned
The cynic within and
All that remains is me,
The same I've always been.
