Wasting Away

In the evening
When my day begins
The promises and chastises of last night
Lie somewhere at the back
Not forgotten, but diminished
By the drone of the morning

And all I do
During the evening when my day begins
Is wait for the night
To renew the vows
That help me sleep
And survive the drone

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