From the bottom of my heart

The monsters never go away

I woke up,
Drenched in sweat, wiping
The sleep out of my hazy eyes
(yet somehow wide awake).

My legs sore,
As if I ran a marathon, strained
To the limit of elasticity of a rubber band
(but they are unable to move).

I joined in the hustle and bustle of the living,
My eyes peeled wide open, busy
Hands and feet, thanks to work
(but in my mind, I'm running-

and I don't think I'll ever be able stop)