Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Nightmares

Each day is a nightmare.

My heart is mush.

My limbs are weak.

My tongue is thick and sluggish.

Breathing is hard.

My head hurts.

My brain swims through each day.

Everything hurts.

Heavy sighs.

Nothing to say.

Nothing to think.

No one to blame.

I want to lay down.

Sleep.

But then there are nightmares.