As sun slowly climbs,
so is my wish to leave
this bed of agony.
In shadows dust gathers
on rims, wheels,
between unwebbed toes motionless.
Water flows in one direction,
thoughts run rampant
everywhere.
Body fails to manage
upright position
ninety degree angle.
Sprawled flat,
a hateful situation
if it lasts for too long.
***
May 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
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