I am seeing bedding    redden   stitches  

For bad thoughts     I am needing    I am hiding

Tension    in the shaking of my breath   and muscles

on my back    I am cold    With sobriety     Confusing

I am left     To wonder    Who is losing     Who will win instead

of Me,     I should be sleeping      Not keeping time   

And quickening liquor     ’till my blood is no thicker

I shouldn’t mind    I should confide   in the blindness of nerves

I am nervous    not concerned or    unsure but     terrified.