I woke lopsided today
--askew and askance
unable to dance
an unnameable color of grey
And the prints on the wall
--tipsy and turned
all angled astern
as though they are ready to fall
I think what I have is
the bystander's blues
the burden of being aside
while friends lose their hair
their lunch and their flair
white-blood cells no longer abide
No pity for us
who watch from afar
Nor should there be,
this much is true
And yet I am heavy
on edge and unsure
my worries sit
restless on you
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