Cursed are these days
When the sorrows of the night before
Seep into the morning after
Even after tears have been shed
And thoughts have merged into dreams
And rest in the form of
Restless sleep
Has given you a few blissful hours of peace
And you wake up
Your body still aching
Your eyes puffy
But you think
That was all in the past
You have left it all behind
Until you pick up your toothbrush
Or mug of coffee
And suddenly
Nothing is in the past anymore
It's all here, now
And there's nothing you can do
As the weight of collected troubles
Pulls you down and down and down
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