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Poem Details
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| Title: | sick |
| Author: | bull |
| Date Submitted: | 11/19/2007 |
| Poem: |
Stayed at home from work today, to ill to even be sad. To ill to even get out of bed. Medications to help my mind that bind me down with zipties. Pulling the covers over to all I hide. Money flowing away as I sleep. How can I pay the bills so I can even eat?! Happiness overrated. Bills are too deep. Need a shovel so I can see my feet. So hopelessness sets in. I feel I can't win. ... |