Hard Pressed

Today
I sleep
Or try,
Eyes shut hard
A knock at the door.
I do not want  to come
Out and play.
Alone I lay,
In the brightness of my own
Prison
Once mine
Now a bitter reminder of
My wasted days.
Sheet drawn tight
Over my head as I write
The doctor is not in.
Better,
I try,
But I break
In lack of accomplishment.
In no way do I crave attention
But
Gratitude.
An action not often performed.
I do, but
Apparently I do not.
Equivalent exchange shows
No bounty.

(c) Sarah Beth 2012