I sit here

on my floor

as I do most every night

accomplishing whatever

but there’s always something 

I’m tired

mentally vacant

as I am most every night

out of mental resources

out of fucks

My effort, greater

I improved, barely

as I do most every time

it’s as good as nothing

it’s the same as nothing

Disappointment

feels like a heavy blanket

as it does most every time

I fall asleep with it

I wake up with it