I feel strange and sick and sorry
And tangled up inside.
Sadness flushes me like fever;
Surges in me like a tide.

I've lost all sense of place and time
I cannot sleep at night.
I pace and turn and cry dry-eyed
Until morning wins its fight.

Heart-sore and dog-tired
I watch the day pass by.
I am apathetic, disconnected
Until dark steals back the sky.

Evening starts to wake in me
The poisoned vines of feeling.
The battle for pre-eminence;
My passions leave me reeling.

I'm nothing in the quiet days
And by night I'm just a stage
For jealousy, for sadness,
For loneliness and rage.