She remembers no time she be in bed early
“Early” being late, later than midnight.
Eyes closed, yet the mind never at peace.
Frustration rippling over her
As she at her laptop
Types away
Types mundane ranting of nothingness
Thoughts of men and women
Hopes and emotions
Depression and sadism
Frustration and inspiration
All a cinema reel

With hope for a day
Where her sleep awaits
Without alcohol…

Far be such day…