Poem: SAD

SAD – Seasonal Affective Disorder 

Age twenty-eight

Feels like eighty-two 

Tired and achy 

Like I’ve got the flu

One step forward 

Two steps back

With joints that ache

And bones that crack

With blurry eyes

And pounding head

“I want to sleep!”

“Sleep when you’re dead!”

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