The Lost Year of A Broken Man

I awake 3am, 4am, maybe 5am it’s not enough the pain begins will it be a few hours or all day I never know time disappears so many hours in pain lost time a lost year I take the pills it was 1, then 2, the 3 four… five… and it’s still not enough to dull the pain the pain persists so much I want to do so much I cannot do while the pain is in command sometimes I feel alright but it doesn’t last the pain returns each morning or it creeps up anytime during the day when unexpected when unwanted a broken man waiting to be fixed fighting against time fighting against the pain sadness visits darkness lurks but we keep going what else can we do? ~