I wake up so very slowly
wiping the sleep from my eyes,
and the right one is half-lidded
closed, not from sleep
but from a sty in my eye.
This cannot be
I don't need anymore misery.
My back aches,
my hands hurt,
I can barely hear
because my ears
are filled with wax.
Now my eye?
I want to cry.

01/08/2011

Posted on 01/08/2011
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