Bed

This is me not going to bed earlier.

Mum is sick and sad.
Dad is a man of contrast within.
My sister cannot build a fire.
And my brother has moved away.

I cut ties,
but wish for more.
I’ll I once was,
But the need laps at my soul.

My ankles swell and
My eyelids tire
The circulation around my
body, fails me.

I tired,
And tell myself
“earlier to bed”
So here I am,

Doing just not that.
The future is exciting
My future feels bleak.
I’m conflicting

Confused,
Angry
LAZY
Frustrated,
Ashamed
Impatient.
Severed
Hopeful.
Wishfully thinking,
Wanting, waiting,
Asking myself deep withing.

WHAT CAN I DO.
SHOULD I DO NEXT.

Bed.

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