Counting them out.
One. Two. Three.

Blind to the world surrounding
Only the whirl of the mind
The taunting of demons that
Claw at your feet,
Memories of yesterday, storming the night
Keeping you weak

Counting them out.
Four. Five. Six.

Line them all up, in a row that seems fit
Keep them all centered
And eyes on the prize
Soon all you must do,
Is close your eyes.
Finally, escape from the cruel
Of the day, just push the pain
Off and away.

Counting them out.
Seven. Eight. Nine.

After many hours, losing count
Just a repeat, like the directions of life
Count, pick up, swallow, repeat.
Eventually.
The light will cease.

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