Another FUCKING alarm clock

Don't take this too seriously,
not unless you have to, but...
My wits have been snapped
like the over done ruler
against the school desk.
There are shards everywhere.
Fucking everywhere.
Late night, early morning
late night, early morning
late night, early morning
and that's not even a quarter of it.
I thought a few drinks would ease it,
but now she just looks at me
with contempt.

I appear to be ungainfully employed
for and by my own falling down.
Acrid coffee, heavy head and paying
far too much attention to the rule
of threes.
None of the good stuff:
Sex, conversation, running, embrace,
sparring, good food.
None of that.

Earlier a man stood on stage
and recounted the day his daughter died,
later he told us how his life
is a void,
similar to how I was feeling until that point.
I let a tear fall for him,
just one single tear.
It landed on the back of my hand
then I smiled.

Three more days,
and some sense of normality
resumes.
He doesn't have that,
and there I was
about to let go.