My Couch My Coffin Poem by Russell Michael Skidmore
My Couch My Coffin
Sitting here wasting the day. I don't write I don't work I don't play. THis freedom I have is making me sick because Freedom means I am able to pick. My choices usually show where I'm weak I'm tired I'm lazy my dreams I don't seek. Ambition is something far from my mind that fact has kept my life in this bind. When will I learn to follow my dreams and to get up off this couch when I'm dead so it seems?
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6/2/2024 9:12:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
something we've all felt at one time or another, not to discredit his emotions, but we've all been there