I’m on the floor,
time is eternal,
my legs deadweight,
I cannot stand
I try again,
find ropes to cling to,
I make my way onto a bed
It brings no rest
the room starts spinning,
no comfort for my weary head
I awaken to the world;
daydreams will have to do instead.
Emily ©
Photo Credit: Consuelo Parra
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