28/9/13 How the Days come and Go

Sorry I couldn’t say good morning
But as the cheap alcohol and anxiety rose
It seemed better to be sick at home
Thanks for your company

Stumbling around at 8am
feeling sick at every corner
and worrying about every next step
The mornings described by my insides

The night was a great sequel
To the long gruelling day
It ended with a slow song that faded away
Into inevitable sleep, in a bed where many had slept before

These days and nights will come again
These days and nights that never seem to end.

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