A Terrible Week Brings a Terrible Mood

All I know is a terrible mood.

A terrible fire

Rampaging in my core

And it pains me.

But it won’t cease—

It proceeds to grow, to eat,

As any little thing gets grilled

In the flames;

Scorching my ribcage and

Troubling my sleeplessness.

Plain terrible sleep

Due to plain terrible mood.

But the week is almost over

And I hope there are pieces left.

I need to dig for them.