Awake

My clothes smell

Like the damp earth

My hair struggles

To maintain some shape

My skin's covered

In dirt and blades of grass

My outlook bleak

Due to the activities of the night past

My desire for them

To have just killed me strengthens

My eyes focused

On what lies before me

My mind acknowledging my weakness

To those sympathetic

My stomach growls

Like an frustrated child

My body finds itself

Standing, and turning

My feet moving

In the direction where this all started

..I knew I wasn't done.