gloom is remorseful.
in the night, we have
become friends. new
bed fellows, sharing
aches, stiffness,pain.

withering legs, once
hard and athletic, are
spastic spindles.wobble,
waddle,stumble. my
muscles have quietly died.

a caustic shadow mimics
my every rigid wooden
move. saline, needles,
placques then relapse

no 24 hour days. only
sunsets and darkness,
repeatedly.

sunsets and darkness.