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.