Eyes lift upon daybreak
To dread and worry most days.
The mundane routine.
The dog and the coffee and the mouths to feed.
Numbly through the motions.
A shell of myself. Carrying on.
Rotting from the inside.
Keeping normalcy. Emotionless.
Hiding behind my hair to let a tear fall.
Daydreaming of escaping to nowhere.
To darkness.
To a sleep I never wake from.