AN: Inspired by my early morning shifts at Walgreens.

The sun cracks the sky

I’ve woken up too many times

The living dead crawls from the covers

Craving energy, not brains

Surviving on citrus and menthol

Eyes with webbing of red

Stare back in the mirror

The temperature has risen

Need to switch watches

Finding some clean among the dirty

Swirl of ties, stopping at one

Too many times to get it right

I can see my breath

I’m now outside

My body, my bed

Begging me to stay

The empty streets unnerve me

Everyone has the sense to stay inside

Jealousy coaxes my thoughts

Turning the corner

I’m met with what I hate to see

Some one is there, someone is early

Able to beat me

So many things belonging to me

So many hanging from my arm

I look like I live there

Obsessing about the time

My hunger knows best

My suffering is laughable

Ear for everyone’s worry

Makes me always weary

Does it ever end?

I think that it does not

Until I am no longer here