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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