For days I have ailed,
my body knows something’s wrong
even though my mind
can’t seem to catch up with me,
or will not open its eye.
28/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
For days I have ailed,
my body knows something’s wrong
even though my mind
can’t seem to catch up with me,
or will not open its eye.
28/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year