Poetry

Stumble

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Stumble
Stumble

I stumble and I fall
I see no point to picking myself up after I fall
I can lay on the ground with my face buried in it


Nobody will notice that I’m down here

Everyone will just step over me like I am nothing
As I am exactly that

More than 95% of the time I don’t want to get out of bed
I see no point to having to get up when I can lay here and act as if I’m dead
The world can go on without me

If someone needs me they know where to find me

Nobody will come looking
I will lay here until the end of days

Ken