In the groaning, tossing, sleepless hours

Soul-shriveling and sprinkled with hate

Sickly stars shine down

On a banquet of my own weakness

Never-ending and without release

And what comes next?

Daybreak.  But I’m always awake

The nightmare rolls on, vertical

Or horizontal the same, and I

Just keep breathing

Black nights or grey days

Bitter coffee and sour meat

And I

And I

What comes next?

Just keep breathing