Work started with an impetus
pauses for reasons beyond.
disoriented I feel.
It is but depressing
as the days go by
without any event.
“Tomorrow will be better”,
I tell myself. That is how
I reconcile.
The day dawns
with little light
turns dark very soon.
A pain springs from nowhere
enough to make me
an invalid.
I pass the days
with hope and frustration
I sleep and wake.
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