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.