In the bed
A prison
When I’m trapped
chained down by sheets
In my head
Derision
My life lacks
activity and feats
Body drags
me under
There’s no strength left
to escape the pull
Energy lags
awkward slumber
Time passes I’m bereft
of any meaningful
(31 August 2014)
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Been there…
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It’s happened a number of times, to varying degrees, but always (if I can manage to write about it) different emotions come up…
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Yeah, writing is useful for exploring the different angles of our emotions. They seem infinite.
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We are our own worst prisoners of thought.
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Indeed. I have been aware of this for a long time, but avoiding the situation is far more difficult than it may at first seem
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Wise words.
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