Those Days

I hate those days
When you wake up and
The distance to the fridge
Is too long
So you lie in bed hungry,
Tired,
Too haunted to sleep
By the wrongs and failures
Pecking at you
Like ravenous vultures,
Destroying your soul and
Your friends grow impatient
With you because
You've lost your will
To connect
So they leave you
Alone
To the cosmos of emptiness
That devours you,
Stretching to your
Very extremities,
Slowly reducing you to
Nothing