Tired
Crippled by your words
I made crutches to carry me
Through the following days
Stronger than before
Weaker than I feel
I cannot carry myself
Misguided by thoughts
I selfishly crawl to hide
On my hands and knees
Flesh shredded
Bones shattered
I rest, I sleep, forever
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2008
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