Irony in Injury. A poem.

Lying in bed
Frustrated
Lazy days
That pass
Ineffectually
Intellectually
Books and net
Despondency
Navel gazing
And regret

The sooner
I get over this

The sooner
I can do all
The same things

Standing up

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