Once, I spyed, with my little eye,
something that would make
anyone
cry.
So 10,000 hours,
I stayed up,
guarding the door,
to my love, my life,
to insure the intruder
not come in,
but with no sleep, comes
incoherency,
to this worn out
brain in me.
My life depends upon
my diligence,
as does this heart I do protect
in me.
I can’t hold my head up high,
not proud of what I do,
though forced I be,
to do this thing,
or walk the broken road,
that this watching does
break too,
me, prisoner of this
nightmare I once woke too.
