Satin In a Coffin

I make a conscious decision to hit snooze
At least three times,
Every morning.
Because I believe it will add
another fifteen minutes
to my day,

but my subconscious knows
the real reason.
I hit snooze
Because it takes away.
No more time to light up
Can’t afford to stay
Any longer,
I’m sorry,
Old friend –

My green walls have been cracking
And I’m not practical enough
To fill the spaces
With paint,

I’ll fill them with promise,
And maybe a few lies
To buy some time.

This building has been sick
Far too long,
And a cure is as futile
As apology

And I worry that
Cancer may one day
Wake my bones
And shake the color
From my casket.

I’ve satin on my sleep
For 7 days;
For those dreams,
I am quitting.