Sunday, May 2, 2010


Life slows down
sick becomes normal

the fight against gravity
is difficult and it is easier
to lie beneath the covers
foul smelling and immobile

the bedding crumpled
no light allowed in

grateful to be
sick enough
others must attend

the specter of death
lingers near my bed

pain, like a jealous lover,
brutal yet appealing

fills my sleep with nightmares
so I beg for relief

ask forgiveness,
offer gratitude,
seek redemption

tell the demons
not to block the light

ask god,
to release me
so I can finally get some sleep.

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