All wrapped up in a cloak of fears,
Trudging becomes a rough challenge.
Acute pain travels through the leg,
Making it move like a dead weight.
While trying to treat the numbness,
Money just slips through the fingers.
Living from paycheck to paycheck,
Not sure how to now recover
Lost hours, sacrificed, one night dark...
Does the cloak cover up the tears?
Does it conceal the limping gait?
Does it add to the cash dumbness,
Or prevent going on a lark?
Stark reminder of mortal bounds,
Fears grow acute, as they surround.
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