As I move
From one side
Tossing and turning
To the the flip side
It is stiff
Numb and cold
This dull pain
Drags into the fold
Like a sore back
In need dearly
Of a good massage
It stings fiercely
As I get off the bed
It feels like a rock
Could be made of marble
Heavy as I pull over a sock
Trudging and bending down
I favor one side
Reminiscing of better days
As my shoes are tied
I feel almost immovable
Stuck like statue
Erratic and physically abrupt
Unnatural movement quite untrue
Discouragement ravishes the mind
Mannerisms of frustration
What a costly mistake
An action of bad consideration
Jumping up for the rebound
Landing and pushing off awkwardly
Not wearing the right shoes
I sprained my ankle forcefully
Now I will pay
Walking with a gimp
Instead of a straight line
I tread along with a limp.
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