Over 16,538,149 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
no rest for the wicked
that scorned heart cried
she lied at night
tossed and turned
only hoping for the brain
to shut down
to quiet to calm
to silence to cease
the neverending what ifs and why fors
that plagued a weakened state
nothing could ever be explained
no nothing could ever be resolved
but that would not bring the sleep back
no nor could it give back what
the night used to hold
so deep within the grasp it was held
the penance unknown.
