4.5.2020

3 am thoughts, killing me.

The agony of waking up,

dreading that first intake of air.

The exhaust of the previous night,

lingering on her face.

The dried tears from the demons

in that nightmare.

The fake good mornings

and words typed out.

The clock ticking away,

as each minute drags.

The pain that staggers

with every thought.

What in this life is worth living for?

{herwords b.l.}