The sun is up
And hope returns
Anew
Preparing
For another
Tomorrow...

I fell asleep praying
Praying
For exile
From bedlam
Forever

But life
Is cruel
Prayers but guttural  
Chantings
Of quiet
Desperation

Nightmares
Shatter
My nightly vigils
Sleep
A blood curdling respite
From sun-baked
Depression
Why do I endure this
Charade
This caricature
Of ritualistic
Living

Why must anything matter
Anymore
This lonely
Battle
This battle of
Loneliness
I am
But "an army of one"
Decimated

Atrocities establish
Beachheads
Crowding out
Feeble counterattacks
Demanding of meager
Resources
From a soul so utterly
Bankrupt

And yet I wake
And yet I eat
And yet I sleep
And yet I hope
For another
Tomorrow?