The Cost of Oversleeping

Hollow sounds echo, a whisper of dread,

my heart starts to race, as dreams lose their thread.

The clock ticks so loud, a weight on my chest,

I missed an important meeting, feel lost in the mess.

A calendar page flutters, its fate in the wind,

a reminder of moments that slipped from my skin.

Consequences linger, heavy on my mind,

while the world moves ahead, I'm left far behind.