A misery of a day,
a misery of a day that will not go away,
and feelings good and bad,
and mad and sad,
and outside thunderclaps and lightning strikes,
and palpitations inside you,
and what seems like tiny heart attacks,
and vicious nights where you cannot relax,
sweating in the sheets in 90 degrees of heat,
laying there with great anxiety,
and countless panic attacks,
on a moonlight night,
with sleeping pills by your side,
but fearful that if you take them,
you may never see the other side,
and there will be no coming back.
Good and bad,
mad and sad,
laying there in confusion, thinking your life away,
wondering if you are going mad, going mad,
with a cigarette in your hand,
as the rain pours down the windowpane,
with your pain echoing inside your brain,
your brain that is whirling at a million miles an hour,
as you restlessly lay flat on your back,
looking at the rain, and wanting to complain,
complain to God for the pain,
but when is God ever coming back?
