Mortal

To wake up in the morning is a mortal struggle

It doesn’t care how many hours of sleep I put in

The weariness loyally awaits

The dread, the hate,

The silence berates

Replaying images I never had

Oh how I wish to open my eyes,

Without the urge within

To close them awry

When the silence befalls

There it goes again.

It doesn’t care how may hours I put in.