Press Snooze.




Rest your weary mind

Leave behind

Events of the day,

Your boss, the teacher

The backlash

What they all said

Is now irrelevant.

All that matters now

Is the comfort

Of your pillow,

This is your territory

Your zone

And reflecting on the bad

You should not condone.


The Depths.

Being at the bottom

Below the sediments

With no hope

Of getting back

To the top

Is the best revelation

Of the real you,


The reverse is true.





Smiling to herself,

She kept her lips sealed

Though she didn’t need to

Because her eyes,

… her eyes

Now those,

Spoke volumes.






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