per aspera ad astra.

I've got scars on my skin
that read the names of place
I've never been.

An economic low
protudes a
personal woe.

I open my eyes
Morning stings
through the blinds.
Pick myself up
of the ground
make my way
to the mirror
and my head starts to pound.
I can take it
so I break it
and don't care enough
to watch the shattered pieces
fall.

I close my eyes again
And think of the places
I've actually been.
I try to count them,
but I can't remember some.

I open my eyes
change my clothes
brush my teeth with lies.
Put on a coat
Walk out the door
Down the stairs
Down the road

Until I can't remember
who I am
or where to go.