At Rest

Lying down

“Get up, Get up” I say

But, still, I stay


I lift myself, yet

Always a step away


A blank strip of paper

“create, create”

and I try


It’s getting to be too much

Long nights and

Pencils sharp


A metal bench

“Walk away,” I cry


Glue sticks my soles

Everything stays



“It gets better”

shut up and help me


Indents on my thighs

I’ve been too long


I can’t move

“I believe in you”

but I don’t try


I believe Newton

And I am

An object

At rest

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