Wasted Days

There's so many ways,
For this malaise
to lift.

That's such a waste,
of all this place,
I give.

Inhale, exhale. Heart beats. Stomach churns. Brain hurts.
And the vile exhalations of your breath are enough to power that?
And then you seek to be profound?!
In this condition?

You disgust me, but it isn't my time.