curse

I am weak

I may not move a muscle

For each muscle speaks

Nervous, and I am needy

I am a freak

Can’t see, where am I bleeding

There is no punctuation

In what I am saying

There is nothing to emphasize

I, the lackey, the mechanical being

Must force

Through my stutter, to speak

Bring myself to think

They focus on what is clear

Locked, wooden, when pushed to move

Must move myself to here

Is not strong

I am less, I know, I fear

And slowly, may I please be clear

To depict an object on paper

One adds shadows

Not light

Oh dear.

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