Shuffling around last new year's.
Lying in bed, unable to speak, half paralysed this new year's.
I touched her and she smiled, unwilling to let go, yet clinging to hold on with hands she can't command.
Unable to move anymore now, stricken with pain, or is it when paralysis sets in, you feel nothing at all?
Told to wait...for the time she lets go.
Is this way the lesser evil, for her, or for us? Perhaps both.
In this world i call my own,contentment, self-belief, i make my thoughts known.
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