VANISH

brumous hours, or days, in despair
chewing more than you could swallow
years of more than you could bear
an achromatic hollow
when you wake at darkest nights
interrupted dreamless repose
and neverending plights
again too close to overdose
the stabbing thorn in your side
will be there for evermore
with every loss you cry
away the next one to adore
shabby times, my friend, my own
get used to it, it will not leave
it makes you shiver to your bones
surviving's all you can achieve