Poetry: Resting, a shade of sleep

Resting, a shade of sleep
Thinking of the fundamental
Beat of my soul
Music playing an audible
Mirror to what i feel
Lack of respect in a flagrant
And broken thought
More time to watch the ceiling
Fan spin round, again
Head splitting, stomach churning
Jaw aching, simple frustration
To those would try to fix
My problems… give up
For i too was a fixer so long ago

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