I wake up to the dreariness of nothing

In the facades of darkness

Where nothing doesn't mean emptiness

And not seeing doesn't mean I won't fall.


If I can drag myself through sheltered bed

And turn on burning, blinding lights

I might make myself dance to today's routine.


Shielding my eyes, somewhat, from

Stinging blisters blazing yellow

Pinpricks of nothingness waking up my mind


I stagger, zombie-like, to my clothes

Eat, sometimes, then clean teeth monotonously

And pull on the rucksack and stumble out.