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
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