Clip-clop outside your door
To go along with the creaking
Ache in your spine
That radiates undeterred, around your mind.
You turn out the lamps
And close your eyes
Exerting your will to manage the pain.
But the demons feed on you all the same.
Life makes no promises
From one day to the next.
You’ve learned that to live
Is to open your heart and to give.
Perhaps a reward is overdue
For the tortured frame you inhabit,
But no matter the trial
You know it’s better to say no to denial.
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