It is hard to do anything
when life is so raw
Walking down darkened hallways
trying every door

The corridor stretching
out to oblivion

Grief stricken
tears falling

Stumbling,
like a drunk down
in Old Town

Brought down to
one's knees
praying to
Jesus
Buddha
Zeus

Struggling to put on
an asbestos suit,
flailing in deep space

When life is raw,
hard to refrain
from
adding salt to the wounds

Peaceful sleep finally,
hard not to burn
when life is so raw

Close your eyes
quiet your thoughts

I'll be watching over you
at least for a while.