Drifting 

Underneath the lamplight

I lay my weary head

Thinking I might be safer

But still wishing I was dead

A drifter is what I was

I guess I still am

Drifting from here to there

Going no where

Stepping forward

Then stepping back

Waiting for the next swing

Bracing myself for the next hit

Wondering when I will lose it

Nyx

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