A low day
pressure is high
and with every thought
a tear.

Pain in the head
right behind the eyes
like a fire
Set by fear.

No want of food.
No food to want.
No voice to ask.
NO ears to hear.

No hands to hold
One place to be
broken, alone, desperate
no ears to hear.

It's like I stranded in the ocean
nothing to do but wait...or sink.