Supine All The Time

Supine All The Time

I lie in bed supine
On most days
And every night,
Consumed with dread
And almost dead,
Because my life
Is such a fight,
Drained of light,
And just not right.
I’m not uptight,
But so deprived
Of everything
Which sparks delight.

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