people walking by

Laying on the bed,
I exhale a sigh.
Outside, the soft tread.
People walking by.

The curtains are drawn,
and I do not see.
This progressive morn,
Nothings and noise to me.

I’ve climbed all too much,
and I’ve worn far too thin.
My body as such –
refuses to begin.

Instead I choose to boulder in my head.
Desperate moves under the bluest sky.
Outside, the soft tread.
People walking by.

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