"Morning Ritual"
I pull myself out of bed,
After a half hour of effort,
And greet the harsh,
      white light of morning.
"I can no longer
      feel the warmth of your rays--
Seems the winter has drained us all."
My feet meet the carpet,
Rough and cool,
And I leave my sanctuary.
Quickly I pull two Pop-Tarts
      out of the pantry,
And return to bed.

There were things to do today,
But they'll have to wait.
I'm too tired.

I swear one day I'll live.
I promised myself yesterday.
But I find myself chained
      once again to my bed.
What is it that keeps me here?
I know--
I'm my own prisoner.
The craziness in me
      is killing my sanity.
Isolating me--
Telling me--
There's not much more than this.

There were things to do today.
But nothing's worth it.
It's too much to just live.

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