Awake And Waiting For The Alarm

Now I'm the one sleepless
Seems like the moon is always full
These days, and staring at me,
Or nothing but a sliver
Seemingly running out of itself.

I almost sent a message having to do with loss
Why mine is more acute than yours
But then I thought better of it
Knowing one will never really know the other's

Sixteen hours of work in front of me
Too broke to eat, unless there's space on a card,
Reducing it to basics
Fight to keep your job, work to care for your
Children, pay debt to get out from under,
Try to avoid disintegration.

Good morning, world.