Searching the digital screen. Just a word to get you by.
This night alone. Will the message come through again?
You take another pill. This life is standing still.
You don’t exist tonight.
Tomorrow will be the same old thing.
Calls on the phone, and stories of drinking all night.
Consumed by one addiction.
Each second suffering. You wait there by the door.
Minutes pass you by. Each second suffering.
You’re anticipating. No longer waiting.
You walk into the room. To see it’s true.
What has it done to you?
You come into work a mess.
Insomnia, entraps you countless times.
The sun is blinding.
Somehow you struggle through. With agony.
You take another pill.
Watching the clock count down.
Signing on again with no response.
You’ve given into the game.