Monday, April 25, 2022

94/365 - Pound

 


The voices ebb and flow
a confused wake
rolling through the night
Who throws a party
on a Sunday night?
Three of my neighbors - 
apparently.
The drunken laughter sounds
cause my restless head
to pound
The only thing
that lulls me to sleep
is the thought of 
the Monday morning
pain they will reap

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