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

Stills

 

“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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