The long night

The many ridges and tunnels stand testimony to the agony, pain and labor that were experienced during those cold winter nights of war. Same was the state of my bed with my body being at war with itself. The pain is growing unbearable and my body is not able to take it anymore but I shall not give up. Sometimes I feel as if there is a crack in the skull and if I reached up and touched my head then I would feel the damp of liquids oozing out from deep within.
Woke up with a broken body and a lost mind. The worst combination for a working day. But here I am working it out, not sweating so it doesn’t count I guess. Have a lot to do but my mind says otherwise.