Trapped
The weeks pass on as I lie in bed
Too weak to even move my head
But here I lie trapped in my sorrow
Not knowing the emotions that are of tomorrow
Tossing and turning as I try to sleep
Alone as I lay there and weep
The days pass on and eventually weeks
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