Of enduring daily
From my book, Severe Silence (https://www.createspace.com/6723881)
Some days it's just too hard.
At work I'm OK--familiar faces, things to do,
so I forget about me.
Than I get home and cook up a bland rice dish
and I can't eat it even though I'm hungry.
I cry for the loss of everything.
I'm lonely, alone, but free.
My entire world is turned upside down.
It's unfathomable, a deep pit.
I'm swirling, no idea who I am.
Like a roller coaster in the dark.
It's 7:00 p.m.
Nothing to do.
Too tired to do anything anyway.
Too early to go to sleep
So what now?
How did this happen?
The enormity of what I have done astounds me.