Lukewarm water, noisy faucets, dirty sinks and rusty tubs;
Old pluming, dusty shelves, stained windows and broken wood,
All of this and then some more are around me, feeling sore.
Live and breathe, try as I might, anywhere and everywhere
Only bees are still alright.
Close my eyes, shut off my senses, kill my mind
Automatize.
Feel the sorrow, cry the pain; sense the mud, experiment.
Draw the curtains, turn off the light,
So I can just feel alright.
Heavy eyelids, shivering limbs, warm tears; and trembling lips;
Dry hands and chipped, short nails; messy, curly, chestnut hair,
All of this and then some more are part of me, I’m feeling sore.

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