Five Minutes Past Midnight

I wonder,
Do these long nights ever end?
I realize,
The nights do but the work doesn’t...
I devour,
But it’s a weak attempt to relieve the pressure.
I jump,
When I see dozens of wrappers around me.
I regret,
The vice like control the stress has over me
I hate,
The excuses I make for all my failures. Still,
I say,
One moment - but one turns into thousands. As,
I continue
To think that I still have time, it’s only 12:05.
I delude
Myself into believing there will always be more time.
I figure,
Until even the final echoes fade.

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