Byron Poe

Sometimes I awake in fright,
can’t tell if it’s dawn or night.

Not sure where I am today
or what I did yesterday

Don’t want to puke but I will
‘cuz the room’s starting to tilt.

Ponder my past with regret,
memories made to forget.

Gaze to the future and find
a lonely vacuum of time.

Comfort myself with this thought:
My madness is all self-wrought.