I wake to chains I cannot see,
I feel the cold, heavy weight that lies on my wrists
They keep me bound to my bed
The bed I lie in is no longer a bed—
My bed became my coffin.
I want to get up.
I want to eat breakfast.
I want to feel the water on my face as I wash it.
But my body betrays me
The chains grow tighter on my wrists—
Telling me to “stay”.
My clock haunts me as it ticks,
Each tick is a reminder of everything I’m not doing.
The clock screams at me “your wasting time,”
I continue to lie, silently,
Wishing I can scream back.
The trap is silent,
But it screams in my ear.
The world continues moving,
While I am left behind,
Stuck in this endless cycle,
Bound to the bed where I wallow in silence.
