Breaking Bread

Breaking Bread

Breaking bread at midnight,
Draining blood at dawn;
Tell the beast that's inside,
What is going on.

Feeling hastily made up,
And near not the norm;
Feel like half a person,
That was here before.

Staring at reflections,
That distort and twist;
Knowing that this feeling,
Surely will persist.

When that deep hole's calling,
Beaten black and blue;
Know it's only human,
To endure 'at's true.

By J. Barrett