The sheet touches the underside of my arm and it burns.

My sandals touch a spot on my foot that shoots pain up my leg.

Sleeping is restless since shoulder and hip joints have painful arthritis.

Motivation for anything is non existent.

Sleeping requires narcotics, I hate the way they make me feel the next day.

Walking the day in a brain fog.

Keep changing crossed legs because of pain in each leg.

Depression creeps in and there’s no way to close the trap.

I work to keep hopes high during the day but realize at some point pain has overcome my body.

I pray tomorrow is a better day.

M