Inside
The ached body
Injecting
Feverish nightmares
Into the sweating night
Static hours
Stuck
To the bed
The mind
As heavy as
An anvil
The body like
A cotton flower
Thoughts
Floating in a room
Soaked with warm sweet tea
And honey
Endless hours
Rocked by
Some fleeting naps
In the chore of a winter
drawn by the hypnotic music
Of stillness
An hibernation
Eyes closed
I think of what
You saw
Then
From your ostracized bed
Those wounds
You would never
Recover from
They just dragged you away
A little more
Everyday
Far from this merciless world
Of deeply breathing life
My temporary pains
Are not your agony
Eyes half closed
I am
Just waiting for a dawn
Which has
Never been yours
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