I started writing a poem here, but nothing really came to mind. It's a real shame, you know, 'cause I want to express the inexplicable. Lyndsie has been in pain for days now - the ER guy was costly and ineffective, pretty much brushing us off - and it's only through constant painkillers that she's hanging in there. I don't know what more I can do. I want her to know that I love her. I want her to know I care. I want to tell her she's everything, and seeing her like this is more than I can bear.
Of course, I am not in a great position to be offering her much help. You see, I'm having some problems myself. My sprained lower back seems to be improving drastically over this holiday weekend, but my mind is not faring so well. I am stressed with all my failures and weak with all my shortcomings. I find it difficult to concentrate and am easily distracted. I don't know what to do with myself, and without my honey's sweet smile, I am empty inside. I want to cry but am unable to. I want to scream but don't see the point. I sit here at the computer for hours upon hours just trying to distract myself from what is.
Monday will be here before too long, and I'll be back to the grind. Whoever first coined that term really hit the nail on the head. Work is like taking yourself to a grinder, it slowly sands your soul away.
I don't know what to do now. I don't know what to say. I only know I've nothing more, and it's time to sleep away.
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