Its too much effort to get out of bed,

finally achieved a state of mind where

I don’t want to be in someone’s plans…

I will sit like a Viking in the funereal ship,

Quietly watching the lick and spit of the flames,

I do not have the energy to start again,

Do not have the wherewithal to smile,

Or pass gentle badinage and wit…

When I open my mouth I get a silent scream,

Like a damsel in distress in the old movies,

As the train comes and her mouth opens,

And the written legend: she screams Help!

But I do not want help.

I want my old life back.

I want my woman

And my body as it was.

With joy in my heart

and no grunt in every move.

I only want impossible things,

no pale palliatives will suffice.

DALE M 2021

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I am a writer of words and a righter of wrongs. I aim to change the world, one person at a time.

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