Drastic Measures

I came home for work
and couldn't help
but feel like
an old rag quilt
that had been cuddled
for too long.

I needed a good soak
in a hot bubble bath.

I poured a glass
of cheap red wine
from the carton
and began to make
long-overdue plans.
I would win.

I needed to get
my life on track.

I would quit my job
and start anew;
I had some money
stuck in the bank.
I was more than
a sidewalk for others.

I wouldn't be there
for them to walk over.

It felt good to make
such a resolution.
Only, I went to sleep
and lost my will.
The next day was just
like yesterday.