Galaxy Trotter


My Body Weeps In Pain

In the beginning, it was all I craved for
Two weeks into jail, gaunt GI from the war
Day in day out, lentil-and-bean fodder to chow
Nutrient depletion, like sagging body from tumor

As the routine seeps in, boredom creeps
Muscles grow feeble, and morale seeps
I think and contemplate my luck and fate
Thoughts stop, mind mums, limbs fold

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