it's far too much of a strain
to even make a fist.
on my bed
it's too much
to ask
to even get up
or roll over.
writing this
is like lifting
a car
with broken arms.
i woke up
in a fairly decent mood.
and now
i can barely keep
my eyes open.
i'm tired,
physically
emotionally
mentally,
i can't go on
not today.
i'm supposed
to go
to a family get together.
i'm not going
i don't have
the energy
to get into the car
and keep myself
from swerving
into oncoming traffic.
i'm much safer in
bed.
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Written April 16th, 2006
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aww.. thats the thing with holidays, all the stuff going on and its really strenuous.
i mean, i even get the feeling how strained you are from the poem
its really interesting.
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