Grit, grim, godawful

Light splashes about with a heat...
And is unwelcomed on mornings unsettled...
The fright of rolling over to hide inside a dizzy head...
Fighting the night all over again...
Trying it again to find something that isn't always...
Where did that peace go to...
Waiting and Hopeing for the darkness to start again...
So that the new fight for some control can playout again...
Behind closed doors these stupid stories only 2 or 3 repeat...
The definition of minds wasted only dreaming again...
Of being some kind of hero and not being just dirt...