Matt’s mood matches the pitch black sky
and tightly nailed coffin,
disguised as his lifeless bedroom.
He sits up in bed and reflects
on last week’s employee of the year award.
The sweet scent of success
is now a dead but laughing skunk.
The rising crescendo of cheers
from his fellow co-workers,
have faded into that silent, fickle thing
If Matt could recapture time,
he’d spend less of it working overtime,
and more of it,
getting his blood pressure under control:
Now that he’s had a massive stroke.
Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University. A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.