Eat, No Sleep, Repeat.

In the darkness i hear breaths of contentment floating on soft luxury feathered bedding,

Whilst I lie on concrete, weighted by the desire to reach them.

Cinema reels still turning the unprocessed concerns of the day, week, month, year.
Answers required immediately, despite the hour.

Voices of judgement, complaints, innuendo, criticism.
The 'why shouldn't have I done it different?' that keeps my brain exercised.

Yet others lay there. Switch turned off. Soothed. Fufilled.
Whilst I malfunction, not through choice but chore.

The blackness I feared as a child still haunts me,
Lonely I stare at the raven shadows -
Daunted by the looming reprisal as daylight approaches.