You get called lazy,
like you choose
to be so tired,
drained of life,
with a fog over your mind.
Made to feel guilty,
blamed,
ashamed on the days
when you can't rise
from your bed,
because you have a zombie shaped
weight hanging over your head.
And when that darkness
devours the light
like a great mouth
chewing, making a meal
of your time,
it's so easy to lay in the dark. No spark.
Muscles tight,
bones feeling brittle and weak,
like a single knock
could shatter you.
A glass
dropped from high.
You feel like a waste,
because the simple life
Is so hard to follow.
Your mind feels hollow.
Just making it through a day
and ending up more
than just a shadow of you,
takes all the energy of the sun,
the stars and the moon too.
But you get called lazy,
workshy, a waste of resources.
No discourse, you are just placed
on the rubbish pile,
because you don't conform
to the ordinary lifestyle.
Called idle, apathetic,
careless, inattentive.
Don't provide money for the rich
so, what are you here for?
They say as you are
pushed out of the door.
Thanks for reading
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