Voices
voices get louder closer i hear the discussion
they stop at the stair top will someone come down
footfalls fade to quiet percussion
i hear banter upstairs smiles and laughter
sometimes they fight sometimes just talk
things slow down rest always comes after
laughter upstairs alas up there and not here
'member me?
a day goes by one more then another
up every morning wash my face brush my teeth
bury my head get more sleep that's what I'd ruther
quadriplegic me
six years and counting a day short of forever
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