My eyelids ache.
My head feels tight at the temples.
I am still but I feel off balance.
My emotions are getting in the way of any talent.
I feel weak.
I feel old before my time.
My teeth grind through my dreams.
My legs ache at the knees.
My neck is always stiff.
My chest is heavy
with the weight of all of It.
It, this life, this thing –
this demon with fake wings,
this angel in sheep’s clothing,
this god, this devil –