Eight And a Half Hours

Wide-eyed at 7 am.
basking in the morning rays
through the blinds.
My guts rumble as I force myself
to forget about the eight and a half hours
of misery
I spent in bed,
sweating,
and staring at the ceiling,
and holding my breath.
I hate the world so much
this morning.
I am a ghost of a ghost of a ghost.
I'd give up everything,
to releave half of this pain.
7/9/07 7:10