Through the haze have gone all of my days.
Lost to the mist, this is the truth I insist.
Fatigued and drawn, into the maze I had gone.
Brick by brick I found my prison of stone stout and thick.
Trapped and consumed, I knew myself to be doomed.
In this moment I saw a light, welcome respite from the blight.
Out of the dark I emerged, free of troubles converged.
Liberated but scarred, in my own play I had starred.
In every end a beginning, finally time to go back to winning.
by Nicholas Byrley
I obviously failed to post this last week, but now I’m finally done with the earlier shift. I wrote this one on Sunday to describe my two weeks of sleep deprivation. I think it does a pretty good job. Gonna go back to the lunch-time poetry starting tomorrow. Hope you all have a good week.