never ending
fron panic to drowning
to acceptance that i
will always be secondary
ignored and forgotten
in this suffocation
trying to breathe
through the thick layer
of sick bewteen oxygen
and my failing lungs

the kids go back tonight
and i go back to my hole
a rough week ahead
worse if the sleeplessness
of insolent suffering
can transmogrify a job
i hate into a sickly excursion
of docile submission
as the parasite ravages
any chance at happiness