12 March 2014

My nightly routine takes ten minutes tops.
I dream of a bed where I can lifelessly flop.
I was just getting started,
no matter what I tried,
My energy was gone
with only one shoe untied.

I couldn’t move to get undressed,
or brush my teeth or take my meds.
Just eight more minutes
and I would be free.
But there wasn’t an ounce
of life left in me.

‘If’ I were able to sleep here all night,
I’d wake up with only one shoe left to tie.
That would be a dream come true…
Instead I’ll be in pain and pacing,
across the floor like I usually do.

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