do I need someone
here to scold me or do I need someone
who'll grab and pull me
out of this four-poster dull torpor
pulling downward
it is such a long time since my better days
I say my prayers nightly this will pass away
the color of the sky is gray as I can see through the blinds
lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
a quiver in my voice as I cry
what a cold and rainy day
where on earth is the sun hid away?
I shiver, quiver, and try to wake
