I lie in bed


Wishing to be swallowed into the mattress 

In hopes I never have to come out. 

I argue with myself

Over whether this is okay

Or if I’m just being lazy and ungrateful

Because I know in my head

I should be doing so very many things

But my heart just isn’t in it. 

It’s like there are weights tied to my ankles

Every time I try to get up

And it’s hard to want anything anymore. 

Will the weights ever be loosened enough

That I can set myself free, 

Or will I simply have to learn to endure them

And go on regardless? 

I don’t think

I could. 

I don’t think

I want to. 

And I don’t think

I will. 


2 thoughts on “Bedridden 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s