How long?

How long will I have to wait?

The weight of it crushes me

compressing and messing

with the thoughts in my head.

How long until its over?

Over and over it rages,

erratic, this static that

erases everything I know.

How long before its better?

Is the better part of the day

Dawn— the time when I can

unwind and unknot this ache

that never seems to sleep?