Listless | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

I can not move.
I can not move my arms and legs;
I can not move.

My limbs are weights.
My heart beats on but without life
I lie here staring at the wall
And I am sick of sleep.

My eyelids sting.
My cheeks tire from many tears,
And my soul is watching
from the corner of the room.

Help me!
Oh help me out of bed you silent no one!
How pleased I shall be if, today,
I can just get up
And drink a glass of water.