From head to tips of toes,
On to the fingertips of closed fist;
Callouses of earthly foes,
Sadness embedded, no place missed.
Night turns to day,
Day turns to night;
Staying where I lay,
Moving not a might.
Blackness of nothingness dimming,
Time looping in endless bouts of sleep;
Want to awake to life brimming,
Body, self, sinking evermore deep.
Too weak to move, slowly nodding head,
Cannot...
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