Life Support
The fights are multiplying
Basic life tasks
getting out of bed
and other luxuries
like therapy
are flowing down
like water in a drain
Thin fingers of exhaustion
rub my scalp, my temples
while I tell them
I don’t know if I can do this
and the notion shakes me
like a fever, burning up
my solar plexus
because if my nerve is lost
the rest will follow, russet leaves
snatched away on autumn’s breath
leaving skeletal remains
in a shallow grave of self abhorrence
Life Support by Amanda McLeod | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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