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The Couch
That glassy-eyed stare not really looking at a thing;
I am lazy today, lying here listening to the phone ring.
My heart is heavy as clouds of blue this day did bring;
I'm not soaring today, as I feel like I have a broken wing.
The television is off, listening only to the sounds outside;
I lay here on my couch, drinking beer until my brain is fried.
I could have made a positive effect today, but I never tried;
Instead, I just drown my sorrows, wiping the tears I've cried.
I don't know why my day is overcast with the hue of blue;
The wall separating me from life today just suddenly grew.
I could say that my life is miserable, but that would be untrue;
I shout to the heavens, ‘Oh God! My relief is long overdue.'
Another hour passes with no movement made by me to stand;
Wishing that somewhere was the answer so I can understand.
The day has nearly passed with nothing done that I had planned;
I'm still lying here on the couch, with another beer in my hand.
17Jun09
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