Poetry no urge By Shelia Taylor on February 17, 2018 no physicality no urge to move staring at ceiling Jedi mind trick to make paint move lifting fingers too heavy compressed chest body sighs Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related Categories: Poetry Tagged as: My Writing, Poem, Poetry, Seven Deadly Sins
