that’s the hardest.
some people think it’s the evenings,
when the streets go quiet, the cats are sleeping,
and there’s nothing but your own mind
ticking with the days events.
Nights I can handle,
there’s always enough crap on tv to bore me to sleep.
that roll over from sleep to awake
when there is no emotion
I literally feel my heart sink into my stomach
with the truth
that what I’ve woken up to
is what i fell asleep to.
I guess it’s despair,
a broken heart remembered.
i stop breathing
i clutch my chest, my stomach,
waiting.waiting. it won’t stay long,
but fuck it hurts while it’s there.
I make coffee
roll a cigarette
expose my soul to the rising sun
helps to banish the darkness.