Perseverance

Knives stab at knots
in the lower left lumbar as
the bells toll
unmercifully.
Willing forward motion
to give the dog
his morning walkies,
popping pills
to punch the clock just
to make the mortgage,
feet half step
half shamble
like walking dead
praying for poetry
to voice the silent scream.

Not really that bad this morning... but close. :)


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