Bile

He kneels on cold bathroom tiles

Begging more from life

Demanding to be filled with light

Never noticing that winter has come

Never noticing that no one else is happy

Either.

He groans and grovels toward the toilet

Suddenly struck

With how sick it all is

Hoping for nothing more

Than the end of his heaving

Never noticing he has nothing left

Never noticing that there is no longer a reason

To suffer.