Poem- Throwaway Day


Throwaway Day

Limbs heavy and sore, eyelids drooping.
But I keep thinking about symmetry in art,
And in nature, and in the heart.
Soma (350mg) keeps me from the worst of it.
It also keeps me dull, weak.
So I feel every cold breeze as pain,
Every move an assault.
My mind creates all the same.
Resentment for my body,
The weak vessel that cannot
Contain my multitudes.