The day is ending
Night is coming
With it anxiety follows
The long dark hours
To be suffered silently
While the pain racks
My wrecked body
The impossibility to sleep
To turn and toss endlessly
Entangled in the bed sheets
Soft pillows now too hard
To be comfortable
Another pill to dull the pain
An hour of restless sleep won
Before waking up to flaring pain
Reading brings a headache
Unable to eat
Hunger leaves me weak
Sipping slowly to keep hydrated
What time is it? Repeat infinitely
Even the oppressive silence
Weighs heavily on my body
It does not bring relief
Another two hours before dawn
The call of a short respite
Lures me to try another pill
My mind is dull,
My limbs are dead weight
Let's get some eyeshut
I may make it to daylight.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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