Claimed.
Lonely.
They groan when I wake up,
because I will ask them to be just a little quieter,
so I can escape more.
Escape into sleep,
because it hurts, waking.
Everything hurts:
clogged pores,
aching ribs,
sore legs.
The heavy keeps me down.
And I can't focus
on anything but the heavy.
So I don't do anything
but escape into sleep and novels and thought.
And the heavy makes them hate me,
because what is wisdom without application?