Recuperation Poem by bryan wallace

Recuperation



Killing Time
Is killing me.
Sitting here -
A broken bone -
A leg in plaster.

A loss of liberty
Once taken for granted.
The mental turmoil
Trumps physical discomfort.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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