I Refuse To Move Anymore

The sudden screaming sleep stopper stunned my sleeping soul awake. The sky had its clouded cloak; the air felt frigid and deathly dormant. My muscles ached at the thought of moving and I winced as my muscles stretched. My eyes felt fleshy and rejected release, as I impulsively upheld my body up. "I refuse to move anymore," I thought as my muddled mind grasped reality, "But you must!" my mind argued. I rise, my eyes still sealed, walking to the gateway, as I brutally banged my big toe. I yelped making me want to scream, sob and begin to blatantly blaspheme. Especially, seeing that my sorrow will echo every morning for many, many years.