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Written by peachpoetry in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Either Way

The clock screams that I am late,

My soul utters that I have been for years.

The church preaches, "it is fate!”

The doctors claim, "it is fear."

The snow stutters, "you’re cold,"

My mind yells, "you’re dead!"

While my bones whisper that I am old.

Either way,

I’m not getting out of bed;

Not today 

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Written by peachpoetry in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Either Way
The clock screams that I am late,
My soul utters that I have been for years.
The church preaches, "it is fate!”
The doctors claim, "it is fear."

The snow stutters, "you’re cold,"
My mind yells, "you’re dead!"
While my bones whisper that I am old.
Either way,
I’m not getting out of bed;
Not today 
#poetry  #poem  #shortpoem  #eitherway 
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Juice
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