sick
Stillness. Keeping still was important. Any move reminded him of the reason why he lay. Not that a reminder was necessary, the idle thoughts circulating through his head did little else but whisper taunts. That it wasn’t that bad. That it was just an excuse not to do anything else. That he was weak. Movement kept the thoughts away but it also hurt. So he just lay there, slowly going numb, listening to the insults from within.
nightfall
the sky so wide
suffocating clouds
in another place
a foreign place
but the dust you breathe
is the same everywhere
small things give security
a feeling of home
but not for long
a shame
but just another step
down the path.
