Crippled night

Crippled night… aching night…

Everything hurts… nothing feels right.

Fifty-pound boxes fell down from the sky,

Then a 500-lb can said “hey, let’s try.”

Now my foot’s turned the wrong way,

Yeah my foot’s turned the wrong way.

Silent cry… workplace sigh…

Manager asks, “You good?” — I lie.

Twisted my ankle in ways God forbids,

Bones playing Tetris like rebellious kids.

Should see a doctor, but nope,

I walk it off with pure hope.

Holy pain… nerve on fire…

Spine cracked loud like a church choir.

Trying to stand but I’m sideways instead,

Looks like a glitch in a game gone dead.

Guess I’m limping till sunrise,

Broken but clocking in, no surprise.

Crippled night… warehouse plight…

Everything falling — nothing feels light.

My foot’s backward like a cursed ballet,

Hobbling across the floor anyway.

All is not calm, all is not bright,

But I still show up… every night.

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