Sunday 2 February 2014

I will turn a corner

Embarrassed l get
At work it need
Work repetitive and tough
And perhaps annoying
Others find prompting.
I know what to do
This body refuses to move
The words and gestures
Are silent oil
To this engine seized
By this wretched disease
That rules supreme
Asylum I seem to seek
So lend me some oasis
Defeat this monster.

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