Spoons
For half a second
I feel nothing at all
Perhaps this is normal
I lay there and breathe
The next few seconds
I become aware of all
The pulled muscles
I sit up and begin
After a minute
I start to notice all
The stiffness in my joints
I take some pills
For the next few hours
I put up with all
The fire in my nerves
I stretch and crumble
By the end of the day
I brace for all
The torture of lying down
I clutch my pillow
After a few hours
I can let to of all
The tension in my muscles
The stiffness in my joints
The fire in my nerves
And if I can let go of the pain
Just from lying down
Then I sleep until
I feel normal for half a second
again
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