Laying in this bed,
dead awake.
Hours I hear tick by,
the clock still reminding me.
Numb I feel from the meds.
No pain reaches,
but unmoving I remain.
Can't run,
nor walk.
The cards have drawn this fate.
No fairness.
Why me?
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC