Ill & Aged

The foot steps get louder as they get closer,I was laying in bed wanting to get up,but because of the car accident,what was once easy is now a chore,I really don’t sleep any more its just one long conversation between the demons and myself,those foot steps are the reminder of a life that had movement and grace now I have to rest when I am ill and retreat when I am aged,the nights are longer now then once they were, those foot steps need a place to go until they find their own,  the hall is this one way zone between                         ill and aged

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