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It is done.

Things are done.

Yet, the work is not done.

The morning routine

Went better than I expected.

Now, exhausted as I am

I still need to finish some things off.

It needs to be done.

Yet, all I can do

is wander around

looking for things

that have nothing to do with it!

Executive dysfunction at its finest.

Worry overcomes.

Pain increases.

Dread supersedes.

Numbness combines.

Hope dwindles.

Love dies.

Guilt is a shame

hidden in words

made to confuse your emotions.

I have learned to spot it

after all these years.

Except when it is in my head

and the dreaded “should”

bashes around in it.

Is this my own thought?

Did I ask to do this?

Who did I think it was?

Gravity falls down.

My eyes turn star ward.

Light clouds my mind.

A knife.

Your fist.

A cable.

Metal run around the coil.

Yet, wounds seem more frequent.

Vision is lost.

Eyesight returns.

Sleep is wiped away.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Yet, here I am trying to describe it.

For life.

For health.

For Pleasure.

Drink in the potion of nature’s bounty

before it is destroyed by greed.

They bounce across the floor

as the taxidermist runs after them

so he can put them back where they belong.

What we say

affects those around us.

What happened to me

is reflected in my actions.

I do not know what effect I may have

but can only hope for the best.