Ravaged, brittle skin
flaking, and scarred
reflects back,
granting insight into 40 years
abuse and misuse
karmic payback
in the form of arthritis.
Creaking knee pops and snaps
giving substance to movement
beyond simple motion;
creating an ambiance,
a veritable orchestra,
to standing up.
Looking back
gives my neck a tweak
instantly stabbing
and shooting into the back of my skull
for the next few hours
I lay in the dark
with a cool compress
trying to rid myself of
a silly headache.
I think I should try
eating a bit better
and combine that action
with a certain level of physical
activity;
that way,
you don’t have to read any more
of this ****
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ravaged, brittle skin
flaking, and scarred
reflects back,
granting insight into 40 years
abuse and misuse
karmic payback
in the form of arthritis.
Creaking knee pops and snaps
giving substance to movement
beyond simple motion;
creating an ambiance,
a veritable orchestra,
to standing up.
Looking back
gives my neck a tweak
instantly stabbing
and shooting into the back of my skull
for the next few hours
I lay in the dark
with a cool compress
trying to rid myself of
a silly headache.
I think I should try
eating a bit better
and combine that action
with a certain level of physical
activity;
that way,
you don’t have to read any more
of this ****
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