Lying in Bed

When was the last time I was able to move?

Seems like a lifetime ago

I wish I knew the secrets everyone uses

To go on about their lives

While I lie

Lie

Lie

In bed

Waiting for the will to come

The will to move

The will to live

The will to exist

In this world of melancholy.

The heart is a heavy burden

That weighs down my eyelids

And my body whole.