Stir it in the pot:
a touch of pain, an ounce of sadness.
My days go by like hollow dreams –
One day, two day,
Put it in the bowl:
A pinch of regret, a splash of shame.
Working my way through the weariness –
Three day, four day,
Sifting through the garbage,
Milling through the wreckage,
Looking for relief.