Day 22. Prompt: write a (blank) day poem.

If you knew me,
how I end every day
lying in the dark
beside the best laid plans,
and good intentions,
how I outline each mistake
I made that day
and add it to my list,
you’d know for sure
that every day
is Judgement Day.

Bonus poem:

Bad hair day

stubbed my toe
shampooed my eyes
spilled the Joe
went up a size
car got a flat
roots going gray
forgot my hat
appointment today