no name

Laying awake, mind-racing for days,
Pressing past the obstacles with my eyes glazed,
Solving the mind-maze,
Waiting for my eyelids to treat me to shade.
Sun passes horizontal as the night fades the day.

From sleep to straight conscious,
To logic from mostly nonsense...

Breaking the day with a crack of the egg,
Sizzle in the pan while the rest is made,
Thanking God, I prayed,
Before the plate at which I ate,
Knowing most my family would be forced to fast today.

They say it's not fatal, but surgery must be done,
To live a little longer, a good steward? or none?
When we used to die we passed with our family around,
Now it's in sterile rooms with bright lights and white gowns...


Sleepy again