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.