The Neverending Day

(Originally written September 6, 1995)

Before dawn I arise,
To the screams and yells of anger.
I am already wrong,
And a step behind the expected.

I eat with one hand.
I urinate with another into the same urinal.
No free time to think to myself,
I am told what to do -- and how and when.

Alone in flight,
I kill myself to survive,
No one but me but me,
And I shall be this way for awhile.

My family -- people I do not know,
Are all I have to help and hate me.

Tensions are high,
Morale is low.

But we what that every second that passes,
Is a second less of horror we have left.