detached from reality

Fri, 04/18/2014 - 20:06 -- agretzz

Location

3801 Westridge Dr
United States
35° 13' 46.4916" N, 89° 51' 46.7316" W

I'm starting to pick less and less
Each day I'm home on bed rest
The stress has started to fade away
A dying art of decay

I am not cured, just putting it off
Fluttering away life like a moth
I'd like to think my skin as soft
But alas…it is not.

The solace of the Sun
Brings only temporary fun
I wish that I was done
But, I've got to run

Day by day,
Night by night,
Will I ever stop;
—this fright.

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