Frustration sets in, like a dog trying to find
a safe spot on an electrified floor.
Soon enough, despair sets in,
becomes a drinking buddy,
a hopeless friend to whittle away the hours
like so much unnecessary wood shavings.
And I begin to lose sight
my eyes close tightly shut,
a thick filmy liquid that burns
like hot candle wax reaches my face.
And then someone hands me
a baby wipe
and a towel.