I usually command you
to bear my burden,
to get up, drink, sleep,
kiss, cry,
and you just comply.
I get you into troubles,
judge you, break you, repeatedly,
selfishly. You move with debility
and hopelessness and
I don’t bat an eye.
It’s only fair that you fail me now,
that I plead with you to
leave the bed, to stop the pain,
to be strong again.
