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Woes - ORIGINAL POEM

I lie in my bed this day,
Just as I have each day since the last,
I lie awake as I drift into uneasy sleep,
Disturbed by dreams, with a pace fast,
It serves me to no end, it leaves me sickly,
Just like I remember when I was still young,
It leaves me wanting to find out why,
With only words to write, a melody still to be sung,
I lie in bed, to write these words,
As my day passes me by like any other,
I lie here to contemplate, to hide from the world,
As I recall and relive the past, just like my mother,
So live as you might and sleep beneath the stars,
As my mind finds a way to travel the distance to a faraway world,
As my body remains here on earth,
Wondering still why I had to be born a girl,
Aliens watch and they also have their questions,
As they watch my life play out like a film on screen,
They document my life and write such poetic rhythm,
As my life, in turn, becomes a play for the analysis of critics mean,
Things I'll never see, feelings I can never feel,
Still wishing on stars I'll never touch, here on solid ground,
Woes hang around my head like halos of light,
As they light my way through the forest, past mountains or large enough mounds,
To find my way to a better tomorrow,
As the old hag guides me this way and that,
Though I still have no way to know if I'll reach my destination,
I take in the scenery, as I pass by tree after tree, animal after animal, before I stop, rest, here I am sat.