Winding staircases
leading to nowhere.
Ugly faces from high school
surrounding me
taunting me,
while I shiver in my underware.

I was spinning and falling,
yet never hitting bottom.
There were telephone conversations
with Cathy.
so clear
I could hear
every word...
as if she never passed.

Tick tick tick
that hideous tick.
In sync
with all my anxieties.
Sweet dreams replaced
with cigarettes
and a cold kitchen floor.

Three a.m. worries
slowly joining up
with the buzz buzz
buzz
signal to the never ending morning
a prison sentence
of daytime.