The Cost of Sleep
by Cora H.
· 22/02/2026
Published 22/02/2026 16:41
The clock's red glare screamed 10:00 AM,
my heart sank deep, oh, where's the jam?
An interview missed, the bitterness clings,
a jolt of regret, like a stretched rubber band swings.
I stumbled from dreams to the harsh light of truth,
the price of my comfort, a moment uncouth.
Promises broken in a blanket's warm hold,
remnants of chances, now fractured and cold.