3/14
I prowl the night.
Nothing left for me to take,
no way to try and fight.
Eyes wide open, and
eyes wide shut.
I'm getting along fine, I'm coping,
only wish there was something to cut.
I'm ready to sleep,
yet ready to run.
My peace I keep,
yet peace I have none.
Aware and alert,
I look out from my bed.
I can no more hurt,
but I feel half dead.
