Can't
Can't
The night air is filling the room and my bones begin to ache
as I pull my legs up and wrap my arms in a circle shape
how can I write, and put on paper my thoughts tonight
when the pain has crept into my body with such might.
Even in the days of sun, the aftermath of pain persists
it invades the body, ever penetrating like a foggy mist
my mind wants to write of my feelings, so strong
the body won’t let me, and the night pain is so long.
So I will put off this writing ‘til another day
When the only thing hurting is what to say
and the pen and the paper are most important
it will be a day when I will not say, Can’t...
10 February 2001
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