A Poem In Bed
I lie in bed
A poem in my head
Words sit on my tongue
at the tip of my lip
to tired to write
or record the idea
afraid I’ll lose my thought
My body’s worn down
Each and every bone hurts
on my shoulders and back
not something a massage heals
or a pill can kill
it’s all age related and exercise driven
I refuse to stop just push on like I’m eleven
I drift off to sleep
suddenly I’m in heaven
A heated exchange
A new lover revealed
I awaken for work
Eyeball my weekly schedule
I feel fatigued looking