Poem -

Sitting on the bed

Eyes sting with sticky sleep 
The soured milk with the 
filmy layer 
Another day of malicious intent
Exclusion from the world under
Heavy covers 
The Clock drips with time
Below I sit and insert the
Needle of seconds and hours
My mind not dulled
But diluted 
A spongey mass 
Floating out the window

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