a.m.

Mild language.
This morning I
rolled over
in a cold sweat
and a man wandered into the room.
Hadn't seen him
in forever, the
poor bastard,
and he was drunk again like always.
It was one a.m. and
I figured I was
dreaming so I humored him
but that seemed to make him angry,
the poor bastard.
He was telling me about
what will happen
when you die.
But it made me uncomfortable
and frightened so
I covered my ears,
shouted Go away!
and in a frenzy I
rolled over in a
cold sweat and a man wandered
into the room. He was drunk
again like always,
poor bastard.
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